No Mechanic

They're closing the church down on Arthur Kill
The bishop dispenses this bitter pill on you
What to do
Your faith gets tested and pushed around
Bullied in this holy playground Lord
May your grace shine on me
The holy ghost plays peekaboo
Disappeared and left you standing in the rain
Looking for shelter
Washed away in self doubt
Like a tile broken missing grout
You get misplaced and then you stick out

And it's getting hard to breath
Like a bad carburator
Like living on the sixth floor with a broken elevator
And I'm no mechanic though my pants are navy blue
And I would get this motor running if I knew what to do

The road is long and it's windy too
There's different paths and different points of view
Nerves they ache and hearts they break
It's a delicate balance with the give and take
Things seem real and then they seem fake
The hurt gets thick while I'm mixing clay
Stoking the flames while combining hay
These bricks are heavy but I can carry them for you

We can second guess this mess but we're married now it's irrelevant
And for every harsh word that's said
There's a love letter that gets sent
And as deep as we fall into abyss
We can soar twice as high in just one kiss
And I'm no mechanic though my pants are navy blue
But I can get this motor running I know a trick or two