Upward and wayward with
shaky plans,
I lifted my glass and drank to a
simple
song of leaving

I've been watching myself change
in the mirror
a restless heart, I can't stand it,

Look out! I'm coming
and one day, you will see
The way I move
makes you
want to confess to
me

I hear a lot about Christians. I hear a lot
about God

but holy light makes my eyes hurt,
Mother Mary makes me cry

And everyone always says that
Heaven
takes its time,

but I can't. I've got shaky plans and
a restless heart
Douse me in water, second time
fire, third time
I'm Holy

Because down in the valley,
down in the swamp filled with ash groves,
and the ditches of mud,
the dregs of society
who have always shone like
gold
to me

You are my holy gate,
my heaven,
my sacred entrance to
the promised land
where
we don't have time
for the privilege of
waiting
on
prayer