Bible in a Church Parking Lot

There's a hotel Bible in the drawer

Still sitting in the parking lot outside

After the Sunday service cleared the floor

With all our secrets we could never hide

You liked the story that I used to tell

Now you trade your secrets for a lighter spark

Underneath the small-town chapel bell

Two headlights fading in the heavy dark

And we were driving with the windows down

Trying to outrun this quiet town (ooh-ooh) But you can't spark a

fire in the pouring rain

Only trade the secrets to ease the pain

We burned the map we never used Leaving only ash

and what we had

to choose

We were driving with the windows down

Trying to outrun this quiet town (ahhhh) But you can't spark a

fire in the pouring rain

Only trade the secrets to ease the pain