Bright Machine

Look at me, I'm a bright machine 
Look at me, I'm old and green 
Look at me, I'm 23 
Standing on the ground 
There's a different kind of darkness now 
That fills the room right now 
And there's a childhood that no longer needed me 



And I hope that you don't feel the same 
And Alleluia is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 
And I hope that you don't feel the same 
And Alleluia is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 


Look at me, I'm a bright machine 
Look at me, I'm old and mean 
Look at me, I'm 53 
Lying on the ground 
There's a different kind of meaning now 
That fills this room right now 
Makes the days a little longer 
And the years go on and on and on 


And I hope that you don't feel the same 
And Alleluia, it is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 
And I hope that you don't feel the same 
And Alleluia, it is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 


Look at me, I'm a bright machine 
Look at me, I'm old and mean 
Look at me, I'm 103 
And I'm buried in the ground 
There's a different kind of darkness now 
That fills the sky at night 
And I'll sit here by the wayside 
And let the angels take me home 


And I hope that you don't feel the same 
Alleluia, it is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 
And I hope that you don't feel the same 
And Alleluia, it is her name 
Sunday morning will never change for me 



And a young man, he went walking 
From the hills of Alabama 
And he settled on a highway girl 
From north Louisiana