Sunday on the Way to Church

Staring out the back window Squirming in my pantyhose 9 am and it's already 85 Ain't much here to cause alarm Yard sales and tobacco barns Dogwood trees and river birch Sunday on the way to church Mama wears her makeup thick Daddy wakes up in the mornings sick Me, I spend a lot of time alone Wondering if time will tell All the secrets we keep to ourselves Jesus save us from our worst Sunday on the way to church Oh glory, I'll fly away Straight into that summer sun one day To the place the mystery becomes clear Pull into the parking lot Remember what you forgot One day the last shall be the first Sunday on the way to church