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