I Won’t Ever Be There

It keeps me up at night
I'm not certain I was right
I'm consumed by what might have been
Again and again and again

And now the sky is turning black
Now the sirens are calling
This neighborhood was mine once
But now it's strange and foreign
My body's drenched and my fists are clenched
As I stare into the night

And this street, the silent type
It hasn't had much of a life
And watches people come and go
And knows they're interchangeable

The derelicts and debutants with so much in common
The pedophiles and the parents who are all too human
The churches on the corners where they beg forgiveness now

And Jesus comes to me in my dreams
He tells me that I still have a home
He keeps talking about a place I can go
Well, always loved, always forgiven, but I know

I won't ever be there
I know I won't ever be there
I know..

The derelicts and debutants with so much in common
The pedophiles and the parents who are all too human
The churches on the corners where they beg forgiveness now

And Jesus comes to me in my dreams
He tells me that I still have a home
He keeps talking about a place I can go
Well, always loved, always forgiven, but I know

I won't ever be there
No, I won't ever be there
No, I won't ever be there
I know...