Track Insight / Lyrics
Hymnal pages tucked in coat pockets
Incense rises from ashtray rockets
Mother's rosary clicks on slot machine
Holy water spilled on jackpot dreams
Father counted cards like scripture verses
Blessed the bust and blessed the curses
Taught me how to read the dealer's tell
Every shuffle is a prayer as well
The house breathes slow in velvet smoke
We bet the years we didn't know
A prayer dealt face down on the felt
The city deals what hand is dealt
Midnight mass at table seven
Angels fold at eleven-eleven
Chips like communion on green cloth
We buy forgiveness, call it lost
The house breathes slow in velvet smoke
We bet the years we didn't know
A prayer dealt face down on the felt
The city deals what hand is dealt
The pit boss wears a cassock collar
Counts the collection, calls the dollar
No confession booth, just surveillance eyes
Absolution comes in jackpot size
Cocktail waitress moves like procession
Serving grace in glass confession
Bourbon water, lemon rind
Body broken, bread and wine
Dawn breaks cold on parking garage Hymnals scattered, pilgrimage
We cashed our chips for bus fare home
Still humming chords we've always known
The house breathes slow in velvet smoke
We bet the years we didn't know
A prayer dealt face down on the felt
The city deals what hand is dealt
Velvet tables call us home again
The house remembers every hand
