Water Your Hands Songtext

The sky is pale in the morning.
It's Saturday, no one is awake.
In your mirrors, you have seen a giant cop car and animal eyes.
Light from the roadside memorials would guide you out of the mountains.
Now in some empty Roy Rogers, pull out the things in your wallet.
If you should feel a connection to the name and the pictures.
If you should feel a reaction, you have known love in your lifetime.
Water your hands like a flower.
Water your hands like a garden.
Hold to your paper cup pillow.