Imposter

The air got heavy

like it does before a storm

everything got quiet,

the wind got warm.

Smoke in the room,

ink in our skin,

the morning broke over

sinners marching in.

You'll catch me telling an old story,

far cries and close calls, I'm weary and worn.

Being confused with somebody,

an imposter, someone you knew before.

I stole from Peter,

I gave to Paul.

Broke down near Damascus,

and I lost it all.

Redemption yawning,

says you have it hard,

to get so little,

for getting this far.

You'll catch me telling an old story,

far cries and close calls, I'm weary and worn.

Being confused with somebody,

an imposter, someone you knew before.

We reached an age

at which the holy would sell,

that every road leads

to Heaven or Hell,

but it ain't what you believe,

but how you handle the news,

jump the gates of Eden,

with your Babylon blues.

I'm tired of telling same old stories,

far cries from close calls, I'm weary and worn,

Being confused with somebody,

an imposter, someone you knew before,

an imposter, someone you knew...