It's not yet six   The sun's not up   Father take away this cup    Is running through my throbbing head   Because if he had I'd be dead      Feeling like I'm feeling now   In between the skies and clouds   Where everyone's identity is just a picture card they need      I came from California with an appetite for my own myths   Of music, love, and what they mean   I'm told it's borderline obscene      I tried to write this song before   But I had no one to write it for   My fellow travelers vacant stares   Leave it up for you to care      I could write a song and have the Lord    Put you and me in a cup He tries to pour out   Looking in at the passengers from the wing   I'm nowhere and you're everything      You came from Illinois    With a cup of your very own to sip   Never on route for very long   Just there and doing something wrong   Or so your friends and parents said   But if you hadn't you'd be dead   What you've been given doesn't scare me   All your sights and sounds prepare me      I could write a song and have the Lord    Put you and me in a cup He tries to pour out   Looking in at the passengers from the wing   I'm nowhere and you're everything      Damn this cup   Bring me a bowl   If I can't saturate my soul   With you and Him who drank it first   And last, I'm ready for the worst      It's way past two and you want me there   Well he needs me here   So you have to share   I'm crying 'cause I'm in love with you   You're crying because you have no clue      I could write a song and have the Lord   Put you and me in a cup he tries to pour out   Looking in at the passengers from the wing   I'm nowhere and you're everything