Tabernacle Song - Fake Problems

We’ve almost got job security

At least there’s a roof over our heads

There are beds in our rooms

And warm plates of food

Waiting to be had

We’re not asking

If they want anything

But we’ll take

What you can give

I can honestly say

At this point in my life

I’m grateful for what I get

So hey

Why am I trying to escape

When everything I need is right here

At home?

I read that every good sermon

It starts with a story

To reel the audience in

But I’ve got no life experience

Just this terrible fear

That I’ll captivate anything

If I really have your attention

I’m desperate for the affection

Of a full capacity room

As sweat seeps from my pores

I race for the door

And don’t want it anymore

So hey

Why am I trying to escape

When everything I need is right here?

But the neighbors just called

You didn’t make it that far

They saw ya picking flowers

From their yard

Well hip, hip, hooray

What a wonderful escape

And the way that I see

I see nothing at all

I’m blindfolded in the backseat

Of a car

Just drop me somewhere

I can’t retrace my steps

Can I come back yet

To the only place

That clears my head?

To my home

Yes, I learned my lesson

But I’ll always be restless

I can assure you of that

Even in the kingdom of heaven

I’ll be asking the question

«What's it like in hell»?