Tabernacle Song

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Lyrics:

We've almost got job security, at least there's a roof over our heads
There are beds in our rooms and warm plates of food waiting to be had
We're not asking anyone for anything, but we'll take what you can give
I can honestly say at this point in my life that I'm grateful for what I get

So hey, why am I trying to escape
When everything I need is right here at home?

I read that every good sermon, it starts with a story to reel the audience in
But I've got no life experience, just this terrible fear that I'll captivate anything
If I really have your attention I'm desperate for the affection of a full capacity room
And sweat seeps from my pores, I race for the door and don't want it anymore

So hey, why am I trying to escape
When everything I need is right here?

But the neighbors just called, you didn't make it that far
They say you picking flowers from their yard
Well hip hip hooray what a wonderful escape
And the way that I see, I see nothing at all
I'm blindfolded in the back seat of a car
Just take me somewhere where I can't retrace my steps
Until I ask, "Can I come back yet?"
To the only place that clears my head
To my home

I've learned my lesson, but I'll always be restless, I can assure you of that
Even in the kingdom of Heaven I'll be asking the question, "What's it like in Hell?"