If You Can't Save Me

In a nowhere bar-room on the east side of the cityThere was a strange smell of burning outside the streetI was giving a sermon like the son of the preacherI was high of revolution and wild with beliefAcross the table she was lighting a cigaretteAnd in the light fo the flame her eyes flashed fury as she turned to meShe said - you're never going to save the worldIf you can't save meOn Calvary Hill, the sky turned blackAnd the wind blew the dust in the blistering heatBut the heavens were empty, no angels cameThe only sound I remember was the crying of Mary and the mother's weepAnd he cried out - you're never going to save the worldIf you can't save meIt's all vanity and you're never going to save the worldIf you can't save me