God Person

Back row of the room, I show up alone

I come here to watch other people know

What I can only guess at, 'cause I'm never sure

And I don't like commitment if there's something more

They sing their songs, closing their eyes

Seeing the light in a different light

How does that happen? Why is it beautiful?

Why is it magic and tragic? I don't know

I'm not a God person

But I'm never not searching

Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean

If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it

I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it

And maybe I can't say that I'm not a God person

Talking to my dad, talking 'bout my mom

After twenty years, what the hell went wrong?

And how can I avoid making the same choices

And stay on the Carolina coast living in the moment?

We saw a storm 3 miles away

We lit a fire and watched it rage

How can that happen? Why is it beautiful?

Why is it magic and tragic? I don't know

I'm not a God person

But I'm never not searching

Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean

If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it

I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it

And maybe I can't say that I'm not a God person

Maybe I can't say that

I'm not a God person

I'm not a God person

I'm looking behind every curtain

And I see the sky, and I see the ocean

Where it all came from and where it's all going

I'll never know, but sometimes I can feel it

And maybe I can't say that I'm not a God person