I was holding an invitation

to meet some danger

around the corner from an evil love affair

Something told me feet get tread

to be moving 'cause

I felt like I weren't going anywhere



I took a walk past the church house

of my family

the one that left me feeling solo and for dead

I was sickly with all those ghosts

floating in my bottle

so I poured them in the pavement and I said



If Jesus is coming, he better come on

If Jesus is coming, he better come on

'cause I'm tired of running

I'll get what's coming

down at the altar of my youth



I snuck in through the oak doors

of the chapel

and I lay my weary body on the pew

red crushed velvet 'neath my halo

I was ready to see his face

and I tell him exactly

what he could do



The sun came shining through

the stained glass.

I must've fallen fast asleep

through the night

then something told me

feet get ready to be moving

'cause I felt like shedding

some of the light