He was hiding in his car
Face wet with tears
A letter half screwed up in his hands
His world came tumbling down
Not quite ashes yet
But he mumbles through his trembling lips
That it might as well burn down
Salvation's nowhere to be found
Let it come down
Let it comes down now
'What's the matter with you?
Why you sitting in the car like that?'
He shoves the letter in his pocket
Shakes his head and forces a smile