If you don't see me on
Sunday in your wooden pew
It's cause I'm out having church
somewhere with a mountain view
And we're singing and dreaming
and cheering with wine to
Jesus
I know it's hard for you
So I pray for you
And when you hear me say
shit or hell or damn
You think I'm out of
good grace with a man
But what you don't know is him and
I, we're best friends
If you could read my mind
You'd feel the love in the words I say
If you could see my scars,
you'd be surprised by the ones you gave
You see my tattoos and you think what you think,
but there's stories to tell in that old ink
If you could see my heart for yourself,
you wouldn't worry about me going to hell, no, no
You asked if we had sex
before I wore that ring
So I rolled out that white lie so
you could get some sleep
And how did you make something beautiful dirty
didn't figure it out till I was 30 something
Been making up for that since then
If you could read my mind
You'd feel the love in the words I say
If you could see my scars
You'd be surprised by
the ones you gave
You see my tattoos and
you think what you think
But there's stories to tell in that old ink
If you could see my heart for yourself
You wouldn't worry about
me going to hell, no, no
You wouldn't worry about me going to hell,
ooh
Let's agree to disagree
And leave the judging to
Jesus
Just love one another like he teaches
If you could read my mind
You'd feel the love in the words I say
If you could see my scars
You'd be surprised by
the ones you gave
You see my tattoos and
you think what you think
But there's stories to tell in that holding
If you could see my heart for yourself
You wouldn't worry
about me going to hell
No, no
You wouldn't worry
about me going to hell
No, no, no, no
Please don't worry about
me going to hell
you