Month of Sundays

"This is the end of the line", he said, and took me away

"And if I hadn't begun to, then perhaps I should pray".

The judge requested "Lord, have mercy on his sole"

If I'd known back then that how it would end

Would I have followed my conscience, would I take revenge?

I wasn't thinking, no I wasn't in control

As the bullet, it just blew his mind

But was I right to kill a man who'd done the same before?

Goodbye Month of Sundays, take me back where I belong

Goodbye Month of Sundays, righting all that I've done wrong

I came across a church and thought I'd step inside

THe preacher stood by the door and showed me where I could hide

Oh father, father, why would you do this for me?

His gift of kindness it just blew my mind

He smiled and simply said to me he wasn't here to judge

Goodbye Month of Sundays, take me back where I belong

Goodbye Month of Sundays, righting all that I've done wrong

I considered my fortunes every day, every night

Listen to the Lord's sermon, go and do what was right

For 30 weeks my refuge was my proson cell

I told the priest my intention of handing myself in

The depths I had been draged to were wearing me thin

He couldn't comprehend, he didn't understand

Thre guilt I felt well it just blew his mind.

But what's the point of freedom if it wasn't mine to have?

Goodbye Month of Sundays, take me back where I belong

Goodbye Month of Sundays, righting all that I've done wrong

Goodbye Month of Sundays, take me back where I belong

Goodbye Month of Sundays, righting all that I've done wrong