i've been sober for nearly forty winks
beating those odds ain't one of my strengths
when your faith's a beat dog howling chained in some front yard
if i should fall from grace with God

sonnets of love and gethsemane carved deep beneath my skin
hometown gatekeepers didn't like it much so i never did get in
somewhere between strawberry fields my backyard full of stars
if i should fall from grace with God

now i have stood in large places but mostly they've been small
i've ventured into spaces where i shouldn't have been at all
remove your shoes figuratively this is holy ground we're on
if i should fall from grace with God

well faith has its thorns 'cause faith she is a rose
you can still smell the scent if you lean in real close
make them pry it from your hand after you're dead and gone
if i should fall from grace with God

judas was the traitor peter the cowardly man
which one i most resemble the thirty pieces the silver in my hand
my eyes were always set on high the heart so deeply flawed
if i should fall from grace with God