Knocking on Heaven's Locked Door

Smoke rising from the chapel roof. Bells toll out, but offer no proof.

Dust on the Bible pages left untouched. A sinner's shadow moves the air

fields rough. Whispers echo down the broken isle. God ain't spoke here in a

long while. The devil on the church steps grinning wide. Holy ground,

but nowhere to hide. Hands in my pockets, head full of

sin. Knocking on Heaven, but they won't let me in. But they won't

let me in. Boots scrape stone, the night's too still.

Moon hangs low, it's got time to kill. Crosses lean like they lost their