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