In this song, I'm at a bar   Shooting shots with Johnny Cash   As Patsy Cline sings a refrain   She sings from the jukebox in the corner   I'm crazy for feeling so lonely   I'm crazy for feeling so blue   I'm crazy for living here in this life without you      My friends, they sing the best songs   I'll surround myself with stars   Elizabeth, the diamond   Scars like tattoos on her arms   At night, she would wake up screaming   We thought it was all in vain   Who knew four years later we'd all be the same      Here in this town, all the sad songs are played with minor chords   Scriptures engraved in plastic, kept in boxes on the floor   Our saviors spin right round while we're lying on our backs   We sing the psalms and gospel with the headphones on      We sing songs with the headphones on   We sing the psalms and gospel from an old testament written strong   We lay down our scriptures on the floor   Sing it loud and proud, my friends, and hope that what we've written is pure