the way

Sarah Blasko

Met you in church when God was on my side
You said goodbye when it all went to hell
Met you when I was young, left me alone when I grew wise
So these days I just cry and yell

?Get me to church, I ve got God on my mind
I ll get down on my knees if I must
Get me to church, take me back to the time
Of the wedding, the funeral pyre?

Show me the way, the truth of my life
I don t know where I went wrong
I can t understand the touch of your hand
Is deep and it lingers on
Now I want to be free

Met you at a time when we didn t know much
We probably knew less than most
We were sheltered back then, we were quite untouched
Except for the hands of the holy ghost

Get me to church, I ve got God on my mind
I ll get down on my knees, talk in tongues
Get me to church, take me back to the time
I saw the spirit descend like a dove

And show me the way, the truth of my life
I don t know where I went wrong
But I can t understand the touch of your hand
Is deep and it lingers on
Now I want to be free
Of what you saw in me

Get me to church, I want God on my side
It was simple when we were young
Get me to church so they can cast this out
I want to be free of what you denounced