I was holding an invitation to meet some danger Around the corner from an evil love affair Something told me feet get ready to be moving 'Cause I felt like I wasn't going anywhere I took a walk past the church house of my family The one that left me feeling solo and for dead I was sick with all of your ghosts floating in my bottle So I poured them on the pavement and I said If Jesus is coming, he better come on If Jesus is coming, he better move 'Cause I'm tired of running I'll get what's coming Down at the alter of my youth Well, I snuck in through the oak doors of the chapel And I lay my weary body on the pew Red crushed velvet beneath my halo - I was ready To see his face and tell him exactly what he could do The sun came a -shinning through the stained glass I must have fallen fast asleep through the night Something told me girl, get ready to be moving 'Cause I felt like shedding some of the lies