There's ash in my mouth and dust on my skin
And mud on my knees and blood on my shins
And another dead end means it's time to begin
The road back home to St. Christopher's Inn
Now folks look at me like I'm destined to lose
With my track marks and Jesus Christ tattoos
But I'm too tired to tell them the walk in my shoes
So I'm going where a man was never refused
Oh but I fear I'll never feel free
And sick and tired is all I'll ever be
And it grips so tightly I barely can breathe
Oh merciful Lord, please take this from me
Now everytime that I rise from the dead
St. Antony's cross hangs over my bed
And the prayer of St. Francis is stuck in my head
I've been there before and I'm going again
Oh but I fear I'll never feel free
And sick and tired is all I'll ever be
And it grips so tightly I barely can breathe
Oh merciful Lord, please take this from me
But the hope that sustains me comes deep from within
And God loves the sinners cause God's in the sin
And I am who I am cause of where I have been
On the road back home to St. Christopher's Inn
Yes, I'm going back home to St. Christopher's Inn