The Lot Behind St. Mary's

We wanted to know when we'd be free

What life looked like

On the other side of that sanctuary

Believin' somehow we'd make them proud

Knowin' the sins they made

And figuring we could stay on common ground

Cigarette smoke in an August sky

Drinkin' the beers

You convinced your older brother to buy

We hadn't made any of our mistakes

Our world was in the cradle

But innocence wasn't in the grave

And I know we can't go back in time

But every now and then you look at me

And I know you wonder why

We can't get back to when

September was our only adversary

In the lot behind St. Mary's

Well I thought I'd be all you'd need

But your heart was in the dark

And mine was in the weeds

I'm sure the dreamer who built the first trapeze

Fell in love with someone

Who grew to resent the goddamn thing

And I know we can't go back in time

But every now and then

You look at me as if to wonder why

We can't get back to the love we made

Before our teenage dreams were buried

In the lot behind St. Mary's

St. Mary's

A nightlight glowed in the rectory

We told ourselves

The pastor must be sound asleep

But now we're old enough

To know he never slept

And that God's love is almighty

But our love is just bones and flesh

And I know we can't go back in time

But every now and then you reach for me

And I close my eyes and try

To get back to that summer

And the blue jeans we were wearin'

In the lot behind St. Mary's

St. Mary's