White Beretta
We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere
In a white Beretta
We'll go to Memphis in the morning
To get it over with and in a couple days
You would feel a lot better
I was raised in the church
I was washed in the blood, we all were
Saved before we even left home
If His love is unconditional
Why do I feel so miserable?
Why you digging your nails in the Styrofoam?
It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse
For being who you are
I thank you and I'm sorry
For what you went through
I was sitting at a red light
Listening to Son Volt
May the wind take your troubles away
I could have been somebody's father
I couldn't boil a pot of water
I was nineteen years old in 1990
Raised in the church
Washed in the blood, we all were
Saved before we even left home
I thank god you weren't brought up like me
With all that shame and uncertainty
And I'm sorry you had to go in that room alone
It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse
For being who you are
I thank you and I'm sorry
For what I put you through
It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse
I thank you for your grace
For the dreams we got to chase
For what you chose to do
We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere
In a white Beretta