I was holding an invitation to meet some danger

around the corner from an evil love affair

Something told me feet get ready to be moving

'cause I felt like I wasn'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 sick with all of your ghosts floating in my bottle

So I poured them on the pavement and I said



If Jesus is coming, he better come on

If Jesus is coming, he better move

'Cause I'm tired of running

I'll get what's coming

Down at the alter of my youth



Well, I snuck in through the oak doors of the chapel

and I lay my weary body on the pew

Red crushed velvet beneath my halo - I was ready

to see his face and tell him exactly what he could do



The sun came a -shinning through the stained glass

I must have fallen fast asleep through the night

Something told me girl, ret ready to be moving

'Cause I felt like shedding some of the lies