The Way

Met you in church when God was on my side

You said goodbye when it all went to hell

Met you when I was young, left me alone when I grew wise

So these days I just cry & yell:

"Get me to church I've got God on my mind

I’ll get down on my knees if I must

Get me to church, take me back to the time of the wedding

The funeral pyre!”

Show me the way, the truth of my life

I don’t know where I went wrong

I can't understand the touch of your hand is deep and it lingers on

But I want to be free

Met you at a time when we didn’t know much

We probably knew less than most

We were sheltered back then, we were quite untouched

Except for the hands of the Holy Ghost

Get me to church I've got God on my mind

I’ll get down on my knees, talk in tongues

Get me to church, take me back to the time

I saw the spirit descend like a dove

And show me the way, the truth of my life

I don’t know where I went wrong

But I can't understand the touch of your hand is deep and it lingers on

Now I want to be free

What you saw in me

Get me to church I want God on my side

It was simple when we were young

Get me to church, so they can cast this out

I want to be free of what you denounced