CATHEDRAL PARKING LOT Verse 1 Three in the morning. Vending machine glow. Rain turning halos into rivers below. The church doors were locked, the liquor store wasn’t. Funny how salvation always charges admission. I sat on the hood of a rusted Chevrolet, trying to remember who I was before I got afraid. The city looked holy through a windshield of rain. Everything blurred— everything stayed the same. ⸻ Pre-Chorus The traffic lights blinked like tired stars above. And for the first time in a while, I mistook myself for someone worth becoming. ⸻ Chorus Cathedral parking lot, fluorescent halo. Talking to God through a broken payphone. Cathedral parking lot, midnight and gasoline. Trying to become the woman I keep seeing in my dreams. Cathedral Parking Lot, Cathedral Parking… ⸻ Verse 2 There was a girl inside every reflection. Somebody braver. Somebody reckless. Somebody who didn’t need permission to exist. I spent years mistaking fear for wisdom. The neon cross flickered once then died. Still somehow it felt like a sign. The moon hung low above the supermarket roof. And all at once the world looked painfully human. ⸻ Pre-Chorus The night clerk smoked beneath the buzzing light. And I thought: Maybe nobody knows what they’re doing. Maybe that’s alright. ⸻ Chorus Cathedral parking lot, fluorescent halo. Talking to God through a broken payphone. Cathedral parking lot, midnight and gasoline. Trying to become the woman I keep seeing in my dreams. Cathedral Parking Lot, Cathedral Parking… ⸻ Bridge Most miracles arrive looking suspiciously like effort. Not thunder. Not angels. Not voices in the dark. Just one more morning you almost didn’t stay for. One more small decision that changes who you are. The world keeps asking what you’re willing to die for. Nobody asks what you’re willing to live for. ⸻ Final Chorus Cathedral parking lot, fluorescent halo. Talking to God through a broken payphone. Cathedral parking lot, midnight and gasoline. Trying to become the woman I keep seeing in my dreams. Cathedral parking lot. Rain on the dashboard light. Maybe heaven was never somewhere else. Maybe it was hidden inside ordinary nights. Cathedral Parking Lot, Cathedral Parking… ⸻ Outro The church stayed closed. The liquor store stayed open. The rain kept falling. The city kept breathing. And somewhere between midnight and morning, I finally stopped waiting to be saved.
