Sunday morning Parking lot half full Been sitting here long enough the coffee's gone cold Engine off Keys still in Could leave right now Nobody'd know I came Good. Go home. You really think walking in there changes a damn thing? Never said it would. Wait till the first song starts Slip in through the side Back row End seat Easy way outside Old guy gives me a nod Doesn't ask where I've been Thank God for people who know when to leave shit alone Look at them Hands up Eyes closed Must be nice Yeah. Maybe it is. I don't sing Just read the words Most of it goes right past me Then one line hits And for once you don't have something smart to say Something here feels different Can't really tell you why You're still talking in the background Just not as loud tonight You keep digging through old memories Like that's all I'll ever be But something keeps cutting through you And I'm starting to hear it too Then he starts talking about valleys Great. Here we go. Easy thing to preach about when you've never lived down there Says fear gets real comfortable if you give it enough room Don't listen. He doesn't know you. He wasn't there. No. But somebody was. Careful. Why? You know what hope does. So does this. I kept you alive. Back then. Same thing. Not anymore. Something here feels different Can't really tell you why You're still talking in the background Just not as loud tonight You keep digging through old memories Like that's all I'll ever be But something keeps cutting through you And I'm starting to hear it too DON'T YOU DARE GET COMFORTABLE DON'T YOU DARE FORGET THE NIGHTS I KNOW THE NAMES I KNOW THE FACES I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES YOU WANT PEACE? GO AHEAD. SEE HOW LONG IT LASTS. WHEN THIS DOESN'T FIX YOU I'LL STILL BE HERE. Service ends People start moving I stay put No reason No big moment Nothing comes down from the ceiling Just sunlight through the colored glass stretching across my boots Red Blue Gold I watch it for a while That's it And somehow you've got nothing to say Something here feels different Still can't tell you why Nothing disappeared behind me Nothing suddenly feels right You're still digging through old memories Still telling me what they mean But there's something getting through now Something you don't want me to see It won't last. Maybe not. See you next Sunday.
