"Prayer List" lyrics

Bill and Donna's boy lost a full scholarship
Heal his knee, Lord, let him play again
Linda's in the middle of her third divorce
Her name's in Sharpie on the dry-erase board

And Mr. Marty's cancer's back
This time stage three
And God, we need rain real bad
And then there's me

I ain't at the top, but I ain't at the bottom
Probably somewhere in the middle of a back pew full of problems
Ain't tryna make a killin'
I'm just out here tryna make it on my own
And I'll know I've made it there if I can make it off the prayer list back home

In and out of dive bars every weekend
Never know the town I'm wakin' up in
All of my best friends have tattoos
Please help her, Jesus, she needs you

Yes, I do, Sunday at noon

I ain't at the top, but I ain't at the bottom
Probably somewhere in the middle of a back pew full of problems
Ain't tryna make a killin'
I'm just out here tryna make it on my own
And I'll know I've made it there if I can make it off the prayer list back home

One day they won't worry 'bout me
They won't shake their heads
But there's worse places I could be, I guess

I ain't at the top, but I ain't at the bottom
Probably somewhere in the middle of a back pew full of problems
I ain't tryna make a killin'
I'm just out here tryna make it on my own
And I'll know I've made it there if I can make it off the prayer list back home

The prayer list back home