There's a Sunday school Four blocks away from you, And it's all we ever do: Skip rocks across the lawn To sidestep what we've become And the stupid things we've done. But there's a stained-glass scene Of the nativity Looking down on everyone: Eyes wide and cauterized, Smoke-screened and burglarized, Burning holes through you and me. If we're never gonna be this Innocent again, then why pretend? I'm through digging through the words I caught By accident from you, Cuz if there's something left to lose Then there's nothing left to prove To the church doors, the chapel steps, And the Sunday schools. There's a part of you Pinpricked and painted blue, Bullet-holed and broken through, Sunburned by window glass, Covered up by all that's passed, Beaten down and shuttered fast. I'm through digging through the words I caught by accident from you, Cuz if there's something left to lose Then there's nothing left to prove To the church doors, the chapel steps, And the Sunday schools. To anyone, to me, to you. There's a Sunday school Four blocks away from you, And it's all we ever do.