Social Wedding Rings Lyrics - Mount Moriah - Mount Moriah

In a motel room in Colorado Springs, 

We learned what impatience brings 

To women who fool around. 

That summer was a strung-out mess, 

And you swore to God you had the perfect fix, 

And a plan to get us out. 

You said, "Don't you turn around. 

Leave your strings at the door, 

And just walk out." 

I sat in the living room 

And watched your girlfriend pack her things 

To move away from you. 

Our record: Buffy Sainte-Marie, 

And we held hands and cried 

'Til we couldn't see anything. 

You said, "Don't you turn around. 

You wouldn't like what you found here anyhow." 

So I took a red-eye from the Bay, 

Watched you watch the taxi pull away 

From Mission Street. 

The next time we would meet 

Would be a train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep. 

Mistakes made, empty hymns. 

I said, "Don't you make a sound. 

Nothing's careful in desire, 

Especially now." 

There were no accidents; 

We asked for this. 

But the South is not out West. 

There's nothing gentle about 

Our stomachs full of gin. 

We are alive, and we have no regrets. 

In a farmhouse in the Piedmont Hills, 

We learned what impatience wills 

To women who fool around. 

If thievery has a voice to to sing 

It's the choice and sound of moving hands 

Over social wedding rings. 

I said, "Don't you turn around. 

Leave your strings at the door, 

And just walk out."