Picture of Jesus laid on the dashboard Pack of smokes, it lays besides me And in the shards of shattered glass You see reflections of your past And they take the wheel, for now Sinning tears, burn the way back home No point in exercising what I do not know And anyway, thought I'd talk to you again someday Guess that I was wrong Guess that I was wrong Picture of Jesus on the dashboard The clotheslines full in the alley way If you drive far enough from where you were born You'll have something else new to say to me Sinning tears, burn the way back home No point in exercising what I do not know Anyway, thought I'd talk to you again someday Guess that I was wrong Guess that I was wrong Maybe I was wrong