Under the Church

 

No Way Home 

Last I saw my Ma was in an orphanage, 
I'm guessing I was 4 or 5 years old
And before she went away I heard my Mamma say
"the key to hanging on was letting go"
They say angels hear the cries of babes in their hour of need.
I won't believe that fairy tale again
And the priest at the gate with a smile on his face 
whispered to me as he led me in

Chorus:
This ain't the way back home son, 
This ain't the way back home
You're scared and you're trembling 
and now you're on your own
And this ain't the way back home.

I met myself a little girl in Aberdeen; 
Jet black curls and eyes of apple green
They say innocence and beauty can make a stone cold statue weep
But all it ever made me feel was mean 
I got blood stains on my hands from the thing I done, 
7 years boys, and they ain't coming clean
There's things a man can do that can never be undone; 
there "is" and "ain't" and nothing in between

Chorus:
This ain't the way back home son, 
This ain't the way back
You're scared and you're trembling  
and now you're on your own
And this ain't the way back home.

Bridge:
When your souls lost its compass 
and it's North Star's glow is gone
There ain't a way back home.

I've only been a prisoner of a raging fear. 
All my life I never found a key
And I never forgave them for the day that I was born 
still I'm grateful that they finally set me free
And this is what the hang man said to me.

Chorus:
This ain't the way back home son, 
This ain't the way back home
You're scared and you're trembling 
and now you're on your own
And this ain't the way back home.

This ain't the way back home son, 
This ain't the way back home
You're lost and you're rambling 
and now you're on your own
And this ain't the way back home.
And this ain't the way back home…