I sleep right on the floor
Where I know I'm closer to God
Next to that old Church’s door
Barely feel his presence inside
All my pleas and graces denied

There he is, that old friend of mine
Doesn’t seem to mind my looks and rags
Unlike people that pass me by
Wonder all the ugly things in my past
Haunting everyday I'm glad he doesn’t ask

I must say
I move away
I walk the path though I don’t know what to do
There isn’t a day
That I don’t think
What would’ve become of me if I followed you through

I still remember that time when I was so young and free
Drinking until morning, looking out for fun
Ain’t recalling pain or misery
Never really knew where the descent begun
Stuck in all those memories with songs unsung

I must say
I move away
I walk the path though I don’t know what to do
There isn’t a day
That I don’t think
What would’ve become of me if I followed you through