The Lot Behind St. Mary's

We wanted to know when we'd be free
 What life looked like on the other side of that sanctuary
 Believing somehow we'd make them proud
 Knowing the sins they made
 And figuring we could stay on common ground
 Cigarette smoke in an August sky
 Drinkin' the beers you convinced your older brother to buy
 We hadn't make any of our mistakes
 Our world was in the cradle but innocence wasn't in the grave
 And I know we can't go back in time
 But every now and then you look at me and I know you wonder why
 We can't get back to when September was our only adversary
 In the lot behind St. Mary's
 Well I thought I'd be all you'd need
 But your heart was in the dark and mine was in the weeds
 I'm sure the dreamer who built the first trapeze
 Fell in love with someone who grew
 To resent the goddamn thing
 And I know we can't go back in time
 But every now and then you look at me as if to wonder why
 We can't get back to the love we made
 Before our teenage dreams were buried
 In the lot behind St. Mary's
 St. Mary's
 A nightlight glowed in the rectory
 We told ourselves the pastor must be sound asleep
 But now we're old enough to know he never slept
 And that God's love is almighty
 But our love is just bones and flesh
 And I know we can't go back in time
 But every now and then you you reach for me
 And I close my eyes and try
 To get back to that summer and the blue jeans we were wearing
 In the lot behind St. Mary's
 St. Mary's