Sittin' in the Church Pews

Verse

Woke up with the ache in my bones from the week

Dusted off these boots, still got red clay on the feet

Drove that old truck down the same two-lane road

Parked out front where the live oaks grow

Verse

Pushed through the door, same creak on the hinge

Found my spot on the left, third row from the end

Folks nod hello but they don’t say much

Just the way it’s always been, quiet and such

Chorus

Sittin’ in the church pews, habit I can’t shake

Every Sunday mornin’ like the hands on the clock

Sittin’ in the church pews, don’t need to explain

It’s the only place the weight don’t feel the same

Verse

Preacher talks about mercy, I just stare at the floor

Count the knots in the wood, been doin’ it for years more

Ain’t lookin’ for thunder, ain’t waitin’ on rain

Just the feel of the seat and the quiet again

Chorus

Sittin’ in the church pews, habit I can’t shake

Every Sunday mornin’ like the hands on the clock

Sittin’ in the church pews, don’t need to explain

It’s the only place the weight don’t feel the same

Bridge

Ain’t holy, ain’t lost, just stuck in between

The man I was Monday and the man that I’ve been

Chorus

Sittin’ in the church pews, habit I can’t shake

Every Sunday mornin’ like the hands on the clock

Sittin’ in the church pews, don’t need to explain

It’s the only place the weight don’t feel the same

Outro

Yeah… just sittin’ here…