A 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 meAnd 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 meLook 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 onAnd 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 meLook 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 homeAnd 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 meAnd a young man, he went walking

From the hills of Alabama

And he settled on a highway girl

From north Louisiana