I can hear those old church bells a ringing
As Sunday morning crashes down
The smell of cheap whiskey
And her sweet perfume
Still lingers around
That old hotel Bible
On that one-night stand
I feel it staring back at me
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil is dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hand shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got an earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
Making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
As I stand here
And stare in the mirror
At a stranger
With shame on his face
The sinner forsaken
This path I've taken
Asking for mercy and grace
A cold, pale reflection
Far from perfection
Heavenly help's what I need
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
I'm holding on to sin
Like a dying, old friend
The devil keeps dragging me down
I keep on waiting
With my hands shaking
Afraid I'm too lost to be found
I got and earthly addiction
A spiritual conviction
Even a blind man can see
I'm making morning confessions
For last night's transgressions
Praying the dust off my knees
Praying that dust off my knees