Maybe life is safe for the saviors   Free from television, oh and The Times   Got mine, bought it straight from the fakers   It’s the gift that helps me lift above the crimes      You saw God downtown handing out answers   No, not real, though you liked the lines   Doing fine but I am afraid of the dances   As he laughed and passed the hat to pass the time      Oh, and it’s a letter I never send   Oh, but it’s the one that I read      There for the taking and played like a song on the stereo   There for the taking, go blind when I find the tattoo   There for the taking and played like a song on the radio   And it can’t be real, so it must be true      Did you see me there in your bread line   I’m your crime scene in faded light   Guilty fingers, fruit on your low vines   That I pick to grant my wish, to make this right      Oh, and it’s a letter I never send   Oh, but it’s the one that I might      There for the taking and played like a song on the stereo   There for the taking, go blind when I find the tattoo   There for the taking and played like a song on the radio   And it can’t be real   No it can’t be real   And it can’t be real, so it must be true