"Churches" lyrics

That you are here, that life exists and identity
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse
What will your verse be?

Well, I found my church in a hotel parking lot
Vacant signs for a vacant kind of heart
And I drove my car through a fast-food paradise
Neon lights and a British appetite

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, we're all searching for grace
We're all searching for

In America
It's hysteria
Everyone has lost control
Can you feel it now?
People in the crowd
Well, religion left the building 'bout an hour ago

Well, some pray for fame
Some for fortune
They say, "Play my song on the radio station"
And it must be nice to be a traveling man
With your feet on the ground and a guitar in your hand

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, we're all searching for grace
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, we're all searching for grace
We're all searching for

In America
It's hysteria
Everyone has lost control
Can you feel it now?
People in the crowd
Well religion left the building 'bout an hour ago

Well, I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul
And I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul
And I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul
And I wanted
And I wanted for you to please let me go