Church Steps

We carry boxes to and from houses
Clouds in the sky hang over the trees
The one's we'd climb without shoes on our feet

The weather tells the story better than I ever could
I ended up like I always do and like you always knew I would
I saw the future and it wasn't good

If what they say is true, then nothing really matters
I've fought and I've fallen from places I thought were safe
Home is where the heart is, not just the place you were raised

I'm always begging for your help
Like on Tuesday night when I sat by myself
Behind the church, tired and hurt
I don't skate anymore that shit's bad for your health

The weather tells the story better than I ever could
The rain on my face leaves stains and a trace of a day and a place I felt good