Empty church chairs Keep the light on upstairs You said You had a plan But here's the moving van And I wonder why I ever cried To leave these halls and whitewashed walls And learn to be.
Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You.
Dewy morning haze Lazy pajama days We just need perspective To find our real objective And I wonder why I ever tried To fit myself into that shell They made of me.
Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You.
I can play the victim well Walking on the line between Heaven and Hell We're living in this great divide Of time and space and sin and pride To take a stand you will need nerve So choose today who you will serve.
Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth The truth The truth is that I can't stop running from You.