Stained Glass Goodbye

A cheap plastic keycard

sitting on the wood

You stepped across the threshold like I knew you would

Then you walked out mid-verse into the dry night

Leaving me alone beneath the flickering light (ahhhh)

Beside the stained glass window

Underneath a dead microphone (ohhh)

We are searching for a quiet faith

Out here on the highway alone

Dust motes dancing in the chapel beam

This night is real,

not just a passing dream

Your shadow falls against the painted pane

As you walk back in,

stepping through the rain (hushhh)