When All Is Said and Done

Everybody had a sermon.
Everybody had a plan.
Everybody sold forever
with a shaking little hand.

Everybody loved the thunder
when the sky was still for free.
But when the roof began to tremble,
who was standing next to me?

Ashes on the table.
Sugar in the gun.
Smile for the picture, baby.
When all is said and done.

When all is said and done,
who will be here with me?
When the saints go home,
who still wants to bleed?

When the gold turns dust,
when the sweet talk starts to run,
who will be here with me
when all is said and done?

Everybody kissed the mirror.
Everybody blessed the flame.
Everybody called it mercy
when they needed someone to blame.

Everybody loves a savior
till the saving gets too real.
Then they leave you with the silence
and a very friendly deal.

Ashes on the table.
Sugar in the gun.
Laugh like you mean it, baby.
When all is said and done.

When all is said and done,
who will be here with me?
When the saints go home,
who still wants to bleed?

When the gold turns dust,
when the sweet talk starts to run,
who will be here with me
when all is said and done?

When sunsets lose their fire,
when dawn forgets to rise,
will you still call it love
without witnesses and lights?

When all is said and done,
who will be here with me?
When the saints go home,
who still wants to bleed?

When the gold turns dust,
when the sweet talk starts to run,
who will be here with me
when all is said and done?

Everybody had an answer.
Funny how they run.