I'm through feeling sorry
For the things that I can't choose
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too

Heaven's got a back door too

Out of walls I heard the voices of the preacher
Telling me all the reasons why I'd die alone
I've never been your perfect son nor favorite daughter
So I sit and dwell on all the things I know are wrong

I don't wait, I don't wait for it
To be gone

I'm through feeling sorry
For the things that I can't choose
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too
When will I stop running
From the things I know are true
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too

Heaven's got a back door too

I've never been on the same sidewalk as a steeple
May we take notice in regard to the unknown
I don't know whether to the press me farther or the people
I've never been a perfect soul, oh

Hide and wait, hide and wait for it
To be gone

I'm through feeling sorry
For the things that I can't choose
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too
When will I stop running
From the things I know are true
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too


It's not your time to go and waste it
And it's all about your timing
But I'll wake up to leaves on the ceiling
Been wondering why you stay

I'm through feeling sorry
For the things that I can't choose
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too
When will I stop running
From the things I know are true
If I made it this far being who I am
Maybe heaven's got a back door too

When will you
Got A back door too
Heaven's got a back door through
And I'm running from you
And I'm running through
Heaven's got a back door, too