Verso 1

I wish Sunday morning
Could feel more like Tuesday nights
Twelve steps down to a basement
Under harsh fluorescent lights
All ages all races
All walks of life at six PM
Stumbling in to keep ourselves
From stumbling again

Pre Coro 1

Strangers spilling secrets in a circle without walls
Tryin’ to reach for Jesus
Instead of drugs and alcohol

Coro

All sitting in a grey folding chair
Sipping coffee in a white styrofoam cup
Ain't nobody throwing stones up in here
Can't Judge cause we know we all messed up
Ain't No steeple just broken people
Wearing those shame tags on our shirts
Where the thruth is thruth heals
More than the thruth hurts
Thats more church than church

Verso 2

Suit and tie or tattoo sleeve
Don’t matter wear whatever
Bring your baggage you ain’t got
To have it all together
Twenty years without a drop
Or fresh off of a bender
No need to pretend
In a room full of pretenders

Pre Coro 2

Strangers in recovery
Confessin’ we are weak
Desperate for forgiveness and accountability

Coro

All sitting in a grey folding chair
Sipping coffee in a white styrofoam cup
Ain't nobody throwing stones up in here
Can't Judge cause we know we all messed up
Ain't No steeple just broken people
Wearing those shame tags on our shirts
Where the thruth is thruth heals
More than the thruth hurts
Thats more church than church

Refrain

One day at a time
One day at a time
Praying Jesus quench our thirst
That’s my kind of church

Puente

So where the truth is
Truth is more than the truth hurts
So where the truth is
Truth is more than the truth hurts

Coro

All sitting in a grey folding chair
Sipping coffee in a white styrofoam cup
Ain't nobody throwing stones up in here
Cause we all know rock bottom sucks
Ain't No steeple just broken people
Wearing those shame tags on our shirts
Where the thruth is thruth heals
More than the thruth hurts
Thats more church than church

Refrain

One day at a time
One day at a time
Praying Jesus quench our thirst
Thats more church than church