Home Team

Verse 1:
Playing for the wrong team
Daunting at first but my past is not as haunting
Demons want to talk about a woman from the night before while they play the field and all flaunting
Is it really what I’m wanting?
Am I chasing after some lost dream?
Cause I went the wrong way and took a short cut and found out evil involves me
Was hard to sign up
But like when I begin a verse got the starting lineup
Scrolling down looking for my name get to the end and never find it
All this time and I’m on a bench but it feels more like I’m in a pickle
When I’m watching how the Angеls play and that way just seems more beneficial
Spot God in thе other dugout, Son on the mound, I’m feeling numb
Start wondering how I got here and am I the person that I’ve become?
Something inside of me not feeling right I’m walking to the locker room ready to change
Run into God on the way, hands me a uniform, told Him I’m ready to play

Chorus:
They want me back on the team, it’s too late, it’s too late
I’m still hoping to redeem what I did when away
I’m old for this old game but I’m here for the whole thing
Lost souls, old flings, now I’m back with the home team
Won’t get over this shame, tried throwing me off’a my game
Told em won’t be the same, I am not on your team

Verse 2:
It’s the Angels verses the Demons
Some don’t even realize but we spend a life trying to find out just what our team is
Some pass on and the world’s better off when they leave it
Whole lotta sin unforgiven never winning but you thought you were while you were breathing
We let things slide till our alliance changes
End up wearing the other team like it won’t phase us
Some put masks on to cover their faces
Embarrassment or team pride? Let’s cover all bases
Up to bat, first pitch, crack one out to left field
Over that demon’s head rounding first and don’t yield
Ball hits the back wall everyone’s eyes are peeled
Rounding third toward home, slide, Satan blocks the plate like a shield

Chorus:
They want me back on the team, it’s too late, it’s too late
I’m still hoping to redeem what I did when away
I’m old for this old game but I’m here for the whole thing
Lost souls, old flings, now I’m back with the home team
Won’t get over this shame, tried throwing me off’a my game
Told em won’t be the same, I am not on your team

Crowd Chant:
Home team, home team
Home team, home team
Home team, home team
Home team, home team

Verse 3:
We await the umpire’s call
Too busy running, no eye on the ball
Feel like I made it though this particular demon would like to defy us all
I would ask a Lot before one of us looks back to a pillar of salt
Ump removes his mask, it’s Peter, I look over to the one I exalt
Peter throws his arms to the side yelling “SAFE” I made it home
I’m walking down these streets of gold, I see the Father upon his throne
You can refer to life as a game but it means more than you were ever know
I’m just grateful I was forgiven and left those demons down the road