I don't know where we wrong. Bibles under our pillows. In church I wrote a hymnal song, but it had no words, they have no words. Everyone's a child of God, born with Bibles in our mouths, but where have all the children gone? The saints go marching out.
The pews are emptying out. The rules are breaking down. The future's all just a cloud, and I'm just a little scared.
Everyone I know is gone, born and raised and walked away. Oh when the saints....oh no, looks like we're all breaking rank.
The sun is fading out. The truth is breaking down. The future's all just a cloud, but I think me and God are prepared.