[00:00.000] 作词 : Jordan Dreyer/Brad Vander Lugt/Adam Vass/Kevin Whittemore/Chad Sterenberg
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kevin Whittemore/Jordan Dreyer/Adam Vass/Chad Sterenberg/Brad Vander Lugt
[00:18.665]Stained-glass and the choir sing out
[00:21.009]That strong and ceaseless chorus here
[00:23.289]So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street
[00:26.839]On Easter, a celebration carried on for God and hope and refuge
[00:32.579]To keep each other life
[00:34.280]Give shelter from the storm (and keep warm)
[00:37.233]The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot
[00:41.204]Each service done, they keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
[00:46.453]I see the scene in color each day driving out to Eastown
[00:51.039]That old abandoned church
[00:52.878]And have I gone the same sad way?
[00:59.361]Have I gone the same sad way?
[01:05.460]Through the sixties flourished
[01:07.005]And the seventies in flux
[01:09.183]The eighties fluctuate each year
[01:11.605]Unclear of when the money would dry up
[01:14.045]And when the nineties violent crime and rising unemployment rates came by
[01:19.543]That parking lot grew dim and thin of sinners and saints
[01:23.852]Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to black
[01:28.760]Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks
[01:33.597]It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back
[01:38.528]Like I could feel it when the passion left, the last of what I had
[01:43.446]It had to know like I knew
[01:53.963]And I can't find it back
[01:59.196]Might not ever
[02:05.261]Ten years now standing vacant
[02:07.856]Ten years on empty, maybe more
[02:10.388]Once held the faith of hundreds
[02:12.858]Soon one more cell phone store
[02:14.985]For years they gathered here
[02:16.887]Inside the building sound and true
[02:19.346]To sing their praises to a god that gave them hope
[02:23.317]To carry on, to carry through
[02:25.574]So, I've been thinking about that
[02:28.134]Sometimes go slow when I drive by
[02:30.665]How a home of stone and a house so holy
[02:33.411]Grows so empty over time
[02:35.620]What gave those people purpose
[02:38.081]Past death approaching constantly
[02:40.627]Now left to crumble slowly
[02:43.094]Now left to wither with the weeds
[02:45.558]Now left to ice and vandals
[02:48.036]The advent candles long since gone
[02:50.483]The old foundation shifting hard
[02:52.950]The concrete overgrown, but
[02:55.394]That stained-glass window sits untouched amongst the brickwork worn
[02:59.732]A symbol of the beauty
[03:01.877]Only perfect at that moment we were born
[03:05.168]And just the other day I swear I saw a man there
[03:09.193]Pulling weeds out of the concrete
[03:11.620]Sweeping up and patching cracks
[03:13.820]I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth from off those windows
[03:19.045]Made me wonder if there's anyone like that for you and me and
[03:23.902]Anybody else who broke and lost hope

作词 : Jordan Dreyer/Brad Vander Lugt/Adam Vass/Kevin Whittemore/Chad Sterenberg
作曲 : Kevin Whittemore/Jordan Dreyer/Adam Vass/Chad Sterenberg/Brad Vander Lugt
Stained-glass and the choir sing out
That strong and ceaseless chorus here
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street
On Easter, a celebration carried on for God and hope and refuge
To keep each other life
Give shelter from the storm (and keep warm)
The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot
Each service done, they keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see the scene in color each day driving out to Eastown
That old abandoned church
And have I gone the same sad way?
Have I gone the same sad way?
Through the sixties flourished
And the seventies in flux
The eighties fluctuate each year
Unclear of when the money would dry up
And when the nineties violent crime and rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and thin of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to black
Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks
It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back
Like I could feel it when the passion left, the last of what I had
It had to know like I knew
And I can't find it back
Might not ever
Ten years now standing vacant
Ten years on empty, maybe more
Once held the faith of hundreds
Soon one more cell phone store
For years they gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their praises to a god that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through
So, I've been thinking about that
Sometimes go slow when I drive by
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so empty over time
What gave those people purpose
Past death approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly
Now left to wither with the weeds
Now left to ice and vandals
The advent candles long since gone
The old foundation shifting hard
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sits untouched amongst the brickwork worn
A symbol of the beauty
Only perfect at that moment we were born
And just the other day I swear I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete
Sweeping up and patching cracks
I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth from off those windows
Made me wonder if there's anyone like that for you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope