Charlotte Martin - Sweet Chariot

O to joy, my loverboy is speaking in tones.
And the sky’s been grey.
Now I pore my bag of prairs.
Oh I’d hope to find one to save the day.

And he judged my love, my lust, my taste.
With the straightest face.
As I crumble up inside a paper mache,
a show with no names.

Sweet chariot,
Come, come, take me away from my fears.
Sweet chariot,
Come I have to get out of here.

And it took me further than I wanted to go.
Underneath his shoe.
And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can’t feel.
A touch he won’t do.

And I thought the cirle.
It had an end and all and off to knew.
By the Nile is how we began and how we will end.
And know that I knew.

Sweet chariot,
Come, come, take me away from my fears.
Sweet chariot,
Come I have to get out of here.

Oh the blood that’s in my veins.
So cold and frozen from the stings.
Oh it comes and goes in waves.
And I really heal.

Sweet chariot,
Come, come, take me away from my fears.
Sweet chariot,
Can we leave him a trail of my tears.
Sweet chariot,
It’s been, It’s been the longest of years.
Sweet chariot,
Come I have to get out of here.