Death Of a Pastor

Twenty-four year is hard enough
To search for what you won't find
Leery as the elderly lady on the block

That I'II make it for too long
'Cause my back don't feel as strong
As when I was obvious to my surroundings

I grow slower as I grow older with an
Increasingly faster mind
Pendulum's backwards the death of the pastor
Will prove to be no defeat

And he walked into my life
When I already said goodbye
But I don't have to claim him as my own

As we lie beneath the sheets
With your head resting on me
Thinking bout how I can't wait to suffer