God Person

Back row of the room, I show up alone
I come here to watch other people know
What I can only guess at, cause I’m never sure
And I don’t like commitment if there’s something more

They sing their songs closing their eyes
Seeing the light in a different light
How does that happen, why is it beautiful
Why is it magic and tragic, I don’t know

I’m not a god person
But I’m never not searching
Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean
If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it
I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it
Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person

Talking to my dad, talking bout my mom
After 20 years, what the hell went wrong
And how can I avoid making the same choices
And stay on the Carolina coast living in the moment

We saw a storm 3 miles away
We lit a fire and watched it rage
How can that happen? Why is it beautiful?
Why is it magic and tragic? I don’t know

I’m not a god person
But I’m never not searching
Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean
If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it
I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it
Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person

I’m not a god person, I’m looking behind every curtain
And I see the sky, and I see the ocean
Where it all came from and where it’s all going
I’ll never know but sometimes I can feel it
Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person