My Way Home

Heaven still
Waiting for the next to arrive
Angel’s will
Judgement day – who’s next in line?

Here I sit
With twisted fingers
Do I need friends?
Do I need a lawyer to save my soul?

Courtroom fills
With tenure souls, who’ve seen it all before
Vultured thrills
Hot seat taken – face the jury

Here I sit
With twisted fingers
Do I need friends?
Do I need a lawyer to save my soul?

(Opening arguments read)
Is there precedent?
(Prosecution rests)
Can I present evidence?
(is there anything left to say?)
I’m begging you
I’m so confused

If heaven won’t want me, lord
Can you tell me my way home?
If you don’t know me, lord
Can you show me my way home?
I’m no saint, lord, I’m only a man
Answering questions he don’t understand
Can you show me my way home?

Heaven rests
Still I beg for mercy on high
Jesus bled
For sinners’ souls – it can’t be a lie

But here I sit
With twisted fingers
Needing friends
I need a miracle to save my soul

(They recess for the night)
Is it too late to plead now?
(Until the ballot is right)
I’m down on my knees now
(The penalty phase is nigh)
I’m begging you
I’m so confused

If heaven won’t want me, lord
Can you tell me my way home?
If you don’t know me, lord
Can you show me my way home?
I’m no saint, lord, I’m only a man
Answering questions he don’t understand
Can you show me my way home?