I've been sober for nearly forty winks
Beating those odds ain't one of my strengths
When your faith's a beat dog howling chained in some front yard
If I should fall from grace with God
Sonnets of love and Gethsemane carved deep beneath my skin
Hometown gatekeepers didn't like it much so I never did get in
Somewhere between strawberry fields my backyard full of stars
If I should fall from grace with God
Now I have stood in large places but mostly they've been small
I've ventured into spaces where I shouldn't have been at all
Remove your shoes figuratively this is holy ground we're on
if I should fall from grace with God
Well faith has its thorns 'cause faith she is a rose
You can still smell the scent if you lean in real close
Make them pry it from your hand after you're dead and gone
If I should fall from grace with God
Judas was the traitor Peter the cowardly man
Which one I most resemble the thirty pieces the silver in my hand
My eyes were always set on high the heart so deeply flawed
If I should fall from grace with God