Nothing stalls you on your way home
Except thoughts about home
It pushes in and pulls you out
You become a doubt.

Nothing stops you from saying a prayer
Except the thought that there's nothing there
You choke on it; it chokes on you
Communication's through.

Nothing keeps you nailed to your cross
Except the fear of being lost
And having to live without the weight
You choose to wait.

In through the front door and out through the back
Sing us a song and break you own neck
And one day you realize that you're off the rail
You ain't but a shell.