Churches

Well, I found my church in a hotel parking lot
Vacant signs for a vacant kinda heart
And I drove my car through a fast-food paradise
Neon lights and a British appetite

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh we’re all searching for grace
We’re all searching for

In America
It’s hysteria
Everyone has lost control
Can you feel it now
People in the crowd
Well religion left the building ‘bout an hour ago

Well some pray for fame
Some for fortune
They say “play my song on the radio station”
And it must be nice to be a traveling man
With your feet on the ground and a guitar in your hand

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh we’re all searching for grace
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh we’re all searching for grace
We’re all searching for

In America
It’s hysteria
Everyone has lost control
Can you feel it now
People in the crowd
Well religion left the building about an hour ago

Well, I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted to feel wanted
Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted
And I wanted for you to please let me go