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Hope dashed...

Lyrics

She's counting down the days
'Til her life
Takes a turn for the better
And starts down a road
To an empty horizon
While hoping it's leading her

Home was a place
Where she kept fading headlines
Of rain-soaked newspapers
Home is a place
Where she hopes to find Jesus
But Jesus don't live here no more

She's finally reached a place
That she hasn't thought of
In thirty-five years
Her knocks on the door
Go completely unanswered
As Saint Peter dozes

On clouds of regret
That billow from factories
All bought and paid for
Home is a place
Where she hoped to find Jesus
But Jesus don't live here no more

She goes through the sacraments
One at a time
Trying to separate
Reason from rhyme
Baptizes her cigarette
In holy water
Reminding herself
She's nobody's daughter

Remembering a time
When it all made more sense
Through that veil of illusion
Shuttering the light
That shines through the saints
On the stained glass windows

And walk out the door
Onto the city streets
Seeking a new home and
Home is a place
Where she hoped to find Jesus
But Jesus don't live here no more