I sleep right on the floor
Where I know I`m closer to God
Next to that old Church`s door
Barely feel his presence inside
All my pleas and graces denied
There he is, that old friend of mine
Doesn`t seem to mind my looks and rags
Unlike people that pass me by
Wonder all the ugly things in my past
Haunting everyday, I`m glad he doesn?t ask
I must say
I move away
I walk the path though I don`t know what to do
There isn`t a day
That I don`t think
What would`ve become of me if I followed you through
I still remember that time when I was so young and free
Drinking until morning, looking out for fun
Ain`t recalling pain or misery
Never really knew where the descent begun
Stuck in all those memories with songs unsung
I must say
I move away
I walk the path though I don`t know what to do
There isn`t a day
That I don`t think
What would`ve become of me if I followed you through