Churches

Well I found my church in a hotel parking lot

Vacant signs for a vacant kinda heart

And I drove my car through a fast food paradise

Neon lights and a British appetite

Woah, oh, oh

Woah, oh we're all searching for grace

We're all searching for

In America

It's hysteria

Everyone has lost control

Can you feel it now

People in the crowd

Well religion left the building 'bout an hour ago

Well some pray for fame

Some for fortune

They say "play my song on the radio station"

And it must be nice to be a traveling man

With your feet on the ground and a guitar in your hand

Woah, oh, oh

Woah, oh we're all searching for grace

Woah, oh, oh

Woah, oh we're all searching for grace

We're all searching for

In America

It's hysteria

Everyone has lost control

Can you feel it now

People in the crowd

Well religion left the building 'bout an hour ago

Well I wanted to feel wanted

Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted to feel wanted

Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted to feel wanted

Like I had a contagious soul

And I wanted

And I wanted for you to please let me go