I get back to my room on a Sunday afternoon and what I find just wasn't me
They go to church and raise their hands, but I still don't understand what's so great about
This man called Jesus
I'm feeling lonely now, can't you see me by myself
These thoughts before me, is there a heaven, is there a hell
You say he raised the dead, but can he raise my hopes
You don't get nothing from me hanging at the end of my rope
I'd talk to you if I was worthy, because of all the things I've done
But you're all in such a hurry, I must not be anyone
I'm feeling lonely now, can't you see me by myself
These thoughts before me, is there a heaven, is there a hell
You say he raised the dead, but can he raise my hopes
You don't care nothing from me hanging at the end of my rope
I'd talk to you if I was worthy, because of all the things I've done
But you're all in such a hurry, I must not be anyone, anyone
I'm feeling lonely now, can't you see me by myself
These thoughts before me, is there a heaven, is there a hell
You say he raised the dead, but can he raise my hopes
You don't get nothing from me hanging at the end of my rope
They say he raised the dead, but can he raise my hope
You don't care nothing for me hanging at the end of my rope
Don't care nothing for me hanging at the end of my rope