Thin Blue Flame Josh Ritter

I became a thin, blue flame
Polished on a mountain range
Over hills and fields, I flew
Wrapped up in a royal blue

I flew over Royal City last night
Bullfighter on the horns of a new moonlight
Caesar’s ghost, I saw the wartime tides
The prince of Denmark’s father still and quiet
The whole world was looking to get drowned
Trees were a fist shaking themselves at the clouds
I looked over curtains, oh, it's then that I knew
That only a full house gonna make it through

I became a thin, blue wire
That held the world above the fire
So it was I saw behind
Heaven’s just a thin, blue line

If God’s up there, he’s in a cold, dark room
The heavenly host are just the cold, dark moons
He bent down and made the world in seven days
And ever since he’s been a-walking away
Mixing with nitrogen in lonely holes
Where neither seraphim or raindrops go
I see an old man wandering the halls alone
But only a full house gonna make a home