Sunday mornings are for the church
I never prayed, but I probably should
18 years old, I started to drink
To numb the pain that washed over me
22, I smoked a joint
Mitchy is cool, so I followed suit
Told my momma, "I'm doing fine"
'Cause I'm scared she'll love me less
When the rain began to fall
I stay inside to watch it all
Lightning cracked across the skies
Thunder boomed along the shores
Bloodshot eyes and a merry-go-round
No one to hold when I'm feeling down
Wish I could go back to those days
But I'm alone with memories
Where did I go wrong?
God, if you're really here
Then could you tell me now
"How the hell could I ever move on now?"
Walking around this old broke town
Trying to find a peace of mind
I want to play in the streets
But I've got a gun between my teeth
I could be crying all night long
Thinking about ways to let you down
But don't you worry about me now
'Cause I've got a plan to work it out
I know, I know
Where did I go wrong?
God, if you're really here
Then could you tell me now
"How the hell could I ever move on now?"
'Cause I don't, I don't know
Oh
Tell me now
'Cause I don't know