The Purgatory Line - Drive-By Truckers

This ain’t exactly hell.

It sure as hell ain’t heaven.

I love you like the dickens and I miss you like the Devil.

I guess I’ll do my time waitin’in this purgatory line.

Angels here are wearin’fancy new perfume,

and all the bread’s unleavened.

Well I guess it’ll have to do till I find you.

I don’t know what I’m doin’here or why

I’m waitin’in this purgatory line.

I ain’t exactly up.

I ain’t gone too far down.

I’m lookin’for some answers and there ain’t no one around.

I guess I’ll lose my mind waitin’in this purgatory line.

If Jesus walked on water then where’d he get them shoes?

It just keeps gettin’harder to lose these walkin’blues.

I want you to come and take me home for a while.

Save me from this purgatory line.

Sometimes I can laugh.

Other times I cry.

It ain’t exactly funny.

My feet are both on fire.

I guess they’ll just burn for a while waitin’in this purgatory line.

Lovin’you is so easy, but waitin’here just ain’t.

I know I can be patient, but please don’t hesitate to cross my mind.

That’s all I’ve got for a while.

Waitin’in this purgatory line.