The Lot Behind St. Mary's - Lori McKenna

We wanted to know when we’d be free

What life looked like on the other side of that sanctuary

Believin' somehow we’d make them proud

Knowin' the sins they made and figuring we could stay on common ground

Cigarette smoke in an August sky

Drinkin' the beers you convinced your older brother to buy

We hadn’t make any of our mistakes

Our world was in the cradle but innocence was in the grave

And I know we can’t go back in time

But every now and then you look at me and I know you wonder why

We can’t get back to when September was our only adversary

In the lot behind St. Mary’s

Well I thought I’d be all you’d need

But your heart was in the dark and mine was in the weeds

I’m sure the dreamer who built the first trapeze

Fell in love with someone who grew to resent the goddamn thing

And I know we can’t go back in time

But every now and then you look at me as if to wonder why

We can’t get back to the love we made before our teenage dreams were buried

In the lot behind St. Mary’s

St. Mary’s

A nightlight glowed in the rectory

We told ourselves the pastor must be sound asleep

But now we’re old enough to know he never slept

And that God’s love is almighty, but our love is just bones and flesh

And I know we can’t go back in time

But every now and then you you reach for me and I close my eyes and try

To get back to that summer and the blue jeans we were wearin'

In the lot behind St. Mary’s

St. Mary’s