Church of the Concrete Wave

In the center of town stood a beacon of light
A church with a steeple all painted in white
But for a handful of outcasts, the true sacred space
Was the wall on the sidewalk with the smooth granite face

In the afterschool hours, we'd mount for a ride
It was wood, wheels, and thunder, there was nowhere to hide
As our feet pound the pavement to answer the call
To barrel our boards across that old granite wall

With no chapel and no ordained leader
No choir or sacred song meter
Just a sect of lost souls seeking to be saved
Found peace in the church of the concrete wave

Jojo, his father couldn't put down the bottle
So he moved like an engine stuck in full throttle
And I can see now he just wanted to fly
The adrenaline hit was just his way to get high

Justin, he lived with his sister and mother
None of us seemed to know what had become of his father
With red Gatorade and a bag full of weed
He said his board and a good beat were all that he'd need

There was Benjamin, he lived in a park full of trailers
Out on the back side of town, they hid society's failures
He used words unexpected on a body so small
And his tricks, they were perfected on that old granite wall

With no chapel and no ordained leader
No choir or sacred song meter
Just a sect of lost souls seeking to be saved
Found peace in the church of the concrete wave

'Cause in small towns like ours
You have saints and you have sinners
And children are born to both the losers and the winners
And pain gets passed down
From the old to the young
Like a package too heavy
For any to carry

My father and I drifted apart
We became strangers in a house plagued by anger
So I rode to that sidewalk and prayed to belong
Those boys & their skateboards, and that old granite wall

With no chapel, no ordained leader
No choir or sacred song meters, no
Just a sect of lost souls seeking to be saved
Found peace in the church of the concrete wave
The church of the concrete wave