I was holding an invitationto meet some dangeraround the corner from an evil love affairSomething told me feet get treadto be moving 'causeI felt like I weren't going anywhereI took a walk past the church houseof my familythe one that left me feeling solo and for deadI was sickly with all those ghostsfloating in my bottleso I poured them in the pavement and I saidIf Jesus is coming, he better come onIf Jesus is coming, he better come on'cause I'm tired of runningI'll get what's comingdown at the altar of my youthI snuck in through the oak doorsof the chapeland I lay my weary body on the pewred crushed velvet 'neath my haloI was ready to see his faceand I tell him exactlywhat he could doThe sun came shining throughthe stained glass.I must've fallen fast asleepthrough the nightthen something told mefeet get ready to be moving'cause I felt like sheddingsome of the light