Believe

Deep in the country on an old dirt road

Painted with stained glass windows

In the heart a childhood stories unfold

The songs of the mothers and widows

They speak of a savior

Of a light up ahead

Of a truth that wakes with the dawn

They speak of a place

Silhouetted in gold

Where nothing can ever go wrong.

But I just don’t know

I just don’t know

I just don’t know

If I can believe that

Anymore

Awake in the heart of an old man’s woes

Driven to act with discretion

It plays in his mind, from so long ago

Now it’s time to make a confession

They speak of a savior

Of a light up ahead

Of a truth that wakes with the dawn

They speak of a place

Silhouetted in gold

Where nothing can ever go wrong.

But I just don’t know

I just don’t know

I just don’t know

If I can believe that

Anymore

The old wooden floor creeks

Bent by his weight

Kneeling in prayer

As the day fades

But try as he might

Or as they may pray

It seems this faith

Has faded away

They speak of a savior

Of a light up ahead

Of a truth that wakes with the dawn

They speak of a place

Silhouetted in gold

Where nothing can ever go wrong.

But I just don’t know

I just don’t know

I just don’t know

If I can believe that

Anymore