In a Gothic Church

See the orange sun drop on the street high heels clip clop
the girls in fine dresses all cross when the cars stop
dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it’s dark
and I tie my necktie in the lot where the cars park
walkin' there up the stairs and I’m fixing up my hair
I used to try to look nice now I don’t really care
my oh my, look who’s come to say goodbye
to the church I walk in as the singing begins
I nod to my old friend Tim (wow, his hair got so thin)
a girl whispers, «How are you?» as slide into the pew
I say,"Good, how 'bout you?" and she whispers,"Good," too
together we rise
with the colored lights shining in our eyes
we’re down on the ground where it’s ugly and brown
and up in the rafters heavenly sound echoes around
the man in the robe with the candles I’m told
went to high school with my uncle Bob (wow, he’s old)
and everybody cries and gets down on their knees another time
yeah everybody cries and goes searchin' through their pockets for a dime
then we all stand and sing as the organ it rings
the big grand finale, some songs about kings
the old folks feel redeemed and the children fuss and scream
and I see myself Lord, somewhere in between
my oh my, maybe I got something in my eye
but I can’t lie, I can’t tell the ceiling from the sky