Pacing Around the Church

Pacing around the church There's no one here There's just excuses when the truth is nowhere near Stars explode You dream below A god A prayer In a broken home You stare at a wall and think about your life Your brittle little life You won't make it out there alone You may need me now You may need me now and then This was easy when we were young and free And now we are anything but either of these I'll take you Take me Chasing the ghost around Abandoned towns You have so much love to give But nowhere to live Frozen tears Dying of thirst The failure of this affair with your past Is not the last or first Your wishes in the well Go to hell You can seldom count on love You can often count on hate You can always count on death as your fate And when you need a face for all three Then darling look for me I'll take pleasure in bringing Your enemies to their knees