The Long Road Home

Let me disbelieve revival. Let me disbelieve my faith.

Let me disbelieve that preacher man,

baptized me in the river when I was just a kid.

Let me disbelieve my eyes, my whole crooked way of seeing.

Let me stand in the ring of fire,

and just beg the flames to burn me.

Lord my prayer is to learn to disbelieve...

in the necessary pain of my purging.

For on the long long long long long road home,

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.

For on the long long long long long road home,

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.

Let me thank them girls who broke my heart...

thank you girls.

Let me thank my friends who died young from drugs

friends, you did not die in vain.

Let me thank this willy-nilly wind, carry me to a stranger land,

crippling my dreams.

For like words never meant to be spoken,

them dreams was wrong wrong wrong.

Right from the start something was broken

deep down inside of my heart.

So surely was I in need of being free,

of the burden of them useless dreams.

For on the long long long long long road home

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.

For on the long long long long long road home,

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.

Oh silence, oh silence, bear witness to my story:

unshackled from these chains,

the bonds of foolish promises,

sweet blessings from above descend...

and reveal their secret purposes.

There I throw away my bible.

There I leave this little town.

There I cast my fate upon yon wind!

Swing lo now, swing lo now, swing lo now,

now I know I know I know where I am bound...

for I am bound bound bound for where the lost souls

finally get found!

For on the long long long long long road home,

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.

For on the long long long long long road home,

there are some things that even love love love cannot convey.