Dead by day, lost in light;
Never let the Lord out of your sight.
Just a real pretty sky can catch your eye.
And don't you know: if it does you'll die.

Heaven, help me,
I don't know where I'm going!

Burn your bridges, run far away;
Figure you could just run back one day.
See the soft sacred glow of the moon,
And you know there won't be light again very soon.

Heaven, help me,
I don't know where I'm going!

Oh dreary eyed Sunday!

Dead by day, lost in light;
Never let the Lord out of your sight.
Gone now, gone too far away,
Now you know all that's left is the Flame.

Heaven, help me,
I don't know where I'm going!

Oh dreary eyed Sunday!