The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night,
And he was looking older than his years.
Told me I should visit come and see his home and wife
I don't think we have spoken since that day.
When I was much younger he was standing by my side.
A crucifix hung round his neck and fire in his eyes.
Told me about Jesus Christ and ways to live my life
So that I'd be freed from my sin.
I don't care for ministry, no I'm not taking sides.
I don't recite the good book, I read between the lines.
I don't long for heaven cos I don't believe in hell
And I don't think that I need to be saved.
I sat down with the bible and I read it line by line
I couldn't find anything to help me ease my mind.
Then the local vicar ran off with my neighbours wife
Leaving both his kids back at home.
Well it keeps some happy and it helps some others sleep
If they think that Jesus watches over when they dream
But I don't ever plan to get down on my bended knee
And bow my head before his altar.
I don't care for ministry, no I'm not taking sides.
I don't recite the good book, I read between the lines.
I don't long for heaven cos I don't believe in hell
And I don't think that I need to be saved.
And in some quiet moments I remember being fourteen.
Late nights with the vicar drinking beer instead of tea...
I'm not sure that god had much to do with him or me.
I wonder how he's doing nowadays.
I don't care for ministry, no I'm not taking sides.
I don't recite the good book, I read between the lines.
I don't long for heaven cos I don't believe in hell
And I don't think that I need to be saved.
The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night
And he still wanted to tell me about his Jesus Christ.
But nowadays I'm not so plagued by my sin and strife
So I just smiled then I walked away.