"Lapsed Catholic" lyrics

Great big God's sake –
Is it really this late?
We have been here how many hours?
Tripping our memories
Through the dimming grey

Growing up, getting older
Getting beat to a pulp
Getting it through our heads we're happy
Getting to geek out on the morning sun –

Fumbling our way past shame toward grace
Fumbling our way past shame toward grace

I see you just the way you came on
When you first came to town
There at the Tremont House of Pizza
Standing and sending several quarters down

Your dad in his polar fleece
Your mom, so handsome and fit –
Boozing it up behind the chapel
Busting your ass down at the burger pit

Nothing going to stay the same, it's writ
Everything will take you down with it

You pick your fights
And there are some races you won't get to run
You ain't gonna barricade the pipeline
(Even though that's what Jesus would have done)

Kneeling in the kitchen hallway
Nothing left to reject
Tenderly humming to the shepherd
Wiping the blood from where he cut his neck

You get in the letting-them-down business
Taking what you get, that's it – no tip

Stay alive to sit in traffic
Pray, afraid, on the plane
Hock out a loogie to the unknown
Live to exhale into the loving pain

Still, I see my virgin warrior
Sword cleaving the night
Galloping down the holy mountain
Traveling righteous
Through the rising light

Fumbling her way past shame towards grace
Fumbling her way past shame towards grace