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