Heard your high hopes hanging on for dear life
Singing sweetly your damaged tune
And I've learned by now to never ask why
When I'm talking to you
Sadly my mind wandered when you said "I can not take one more day of these blues
And This World is not My Home, I was Only Passing Through"
Mary Sue maybe life's just miserable
It's just something we've gotta get through
And Samuel and Paul and Peter, they all
Just know what we already knew
Still she's had her days to sing her God's praise
And good times she's had a few
But This World was not her Home, she was Only Passing Through
Well I've taken time and I've gouged at my mind
Figured either way I will lose
Useless in love, enlightened and numb
The darkness will always loom
Maybe I'll take a pen to a legal pad and
Scribble below a swinging noose
This World is not My Home, I was Only Passing Through
Mama, I've tried and been buried alive
Your boy ain't feelin' well it is true
Under a dose that's lethal to most
But to me, It's just an afternoon
So I'll think back on times through breath of cheap wine
The words I remember best from you
This World is not My Home, I was Only Passing Through