Oh the small town temple where I come from Is held together by peeling paint Cracks in the floor boards and window panes Make a down home version of glass that's stained She ain't nothing fancy A little blip on the map Just a humble little mystery That keeps me going and coming on back I calibrate my compass to her siren song And it keeps me rooted to the ground No matter where I go I know that I come from This little church on the outskirts of town Long deconsecrated, we got religion, but we have it back It's a place where all feel welcome And you can't ask for much more than that It's there i feel the magic, the granite buzzing, the swaying gum There's honeysuckle winding through the little town, that I call home Oh in this place of no religion where all are welcome To song their song, we sing this elegy far - reaching To the small town temple Where I come from