God Person

Back row of the room, I show up alone I come here to watch other people know What I can only guess at, cause I’m never sure And I don’t like commitment if there’s something more They sing their songs closing their eyes Seeing the light in a different light How does that happen, why is it beautiful Why is it magic and tragic, I don’t know I’m not a god person But I’m never not searching Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person Talking to my dad, talking bout my mom After 20 years, what the hell went wrong And how can I avoid making the same choices And stay on the Carolina coast living in the moment We saw a storm 3 miles away We lit a fire and watched it rage How can that happen? Why is it beautiful? Why is it magic and tragic? I don’t know I’m not a god person But I’m never not searching Looking at the sky, staring at the ocean If there’s something to know, then I wanna know it I wanna hold it, I wanna feel it Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person I’m not a god person, I’m looking behind every curtain And I see the sky, and I see the ocean Where it all came from and where it’s all going I’ll never know but sometimes I can feel it Maybe I can’t say that I’m not a god person