Our Lady of the 205

[Chorus]
(A cappella, layered harmonies)
You're the saint of the strip mall, the god of the grey sky
And every cracked sidewalk in this town is a line in your liturgy

[Verse 1]
The green vinyl seats of the eastbound MAX train
Gateway Transit Center in the hard summer rain
The hum of the transformer box by the Ross
The week the heat broke, late August, we were lost
And found in the glare of the parking lot lights
Mending the day with a look in your eyes

[Chorus]
'Cause you're the saint of the strip mall, the god of the grey sky
And every cracked sidewalk in this town is a line in your liturgy
You're the hymn in the drone of the freeway at dawn
Our Lady of the 205, on and on and on

[Verse 2]
The cherry-ice stain on the curb by the Plaid Pantry
Where the neighborhood dogs all bark out of sync
You pointed it out, said, "That's a kind of wabi-sabi"
And I knew in that second what I couldn't yet think
You traced the fake wood grain on my dashboard, you said,
"Your heart is too loud, it's all I hear in my head."

[Chorus]
'Cause you're the saint of the strip mall, the god of the grey sky
And every cracked sidewalk in this town is a line in your liturgy
You're the hymn in the drone of the freeway at dawn
Our Lady of the 205, on and on and on

[Bridge]
I was a jam jar of wildflowers, a book with a split spine
You didn't try to fix me, you just called the damage divine

[Chorus]
(Key change up a whole step)
You're the saint of the strip mall, the god of the gold sky!
And every damn sidewalk in this town is a prayer to your liturgy!
You're the hymn in the drone of the freeway at dawn!
Our Lady of the 205, on and on and on!

[Outro]
(Sound of a MAX train chime, a door sliding shut)
On and on and on...