This fuckin' blows, another unresolved exchange.    And God only knows, I could use someone or somewhere to blame.    My view from the porch, I see a cold and faceless town   Still, if there was somewhere to go, I'd go there and hang around   The angel on the temple, plays a silent horn again   I've got a funny feeling, the flock he guards won't let me in, today      The word on the street, is muffled, choked and hard to hear   I'd look to the mountains, but I've got to wait for inversions to clear   There's a city of angels, there's a city of lights   This is the city of vacant looks, questionable Gods, and multiple wives   The angel on the temple, he's in a silent way   I've got a feeling, he's kind of blue today      Here in Salt Lake City.    Sometimes this city feels like the only place we've ever been   Salt Lake City, come a little closer and let me lick the salt again      Chiva, soda, chiva, a message to you from Jesus   Days like these I get them both confused   Missionaries and mexican drug dealers   It's all in the language that you use   The angel on the temple, plays a song for me   But I'm to blind to hear, and I'm too deaf to see      I know why you left me, I still blame this town for that.    Salt Lake City, you swear your never coming back.    I'm sending you a postcard, it's a wagon full of pioneers.    Greetings from the Zion Kingdom, see you in a couple years