Back of Your Old Church

Around the back of your old church There is a path that no one takes It's covered up in wood & leaves It's hidden by a crucifix It leads to nothing that you want It leads to everything that's ever let you down. Still repeatedly each week, The congregation tries to figure it out. Once you start that little path There's only one chance you get back You see your faith inside a ditch You see your family in a trap When a man appears and asks you if you're sure This is the way you wanna go You'd be surprised how many folks Decide to fuck the path & head back on their own. I heard that at the finish line There is a lights that never lights It was a trick that everyone that took the trip can recognize It's a way to help the weaker men To pasts that they could never let go You figure out the path has led you to a Mirror that can not be shown. I still believe there is something up that sleeve I do conceive there is so much I can't see. I won't believe there is nothing Behind the back of your old church There is a path that no one takes It's covered up by wood & leaves It's hidden by a crucifix It leads to nothing that you want It leads to everyone that's ever let you down. Still repeatedly each week the congregation tries to figure it out.