THE CHURCH OF THE SECOND CHANCE
As I was crawlin' down the street one night, naked on all fours,
Cryin' for a wasted life in the place Holy Fools explore,
I heard a choir singin'. I saw a flashin' light above a door.
It opened wide. I looked inside.
I said, "What is this place where I'll begin my search?"
They said, "It ain't entertainment. It's no romance.
"It's the Church...the Church...
"It's the Church of the Second Chance."
I left my troubles at the door and sat down in a pew.
Well, it was really just a folding chair, polished good as new.
A man in black stood up in front. The congregation rose as if on cue.
They turned to me, the refugee
From the cold world outside and all its endless hurt.
They said, "We do not care about your circumstance.
"We're the Church...the Church...
"We're the Church of the Second Chance."
They laid their hands on me and heard my sorry tale.
The man in black made lightning crack.
The wind began to wail.
The floorboards opened wide.
I fell into a trance.
I woke up on the cross in the Church of the Second Chance.
I made a list of those I'd hurt
And paid them back in spades.
For all of those who'd trespassed me
I knelt right down and prayed.
Hey now, it's a solar rhythm, a cosmic dance.
It's the Church of the Second Chance.
Copyright 2004 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
Lyrics: May 7, 1992 Loch Lomond Reservoir, CA
Music: November 3-7, 1993 Monterey, CA
(Inspired by SAINT MAYBE by Anne Tyler)