I remember you - you lived for music
Now this is what it's come down to?
You always used to be the chooser
Now no one is choosing you
You used to do the choosing
Now nobody chooses you
On the streets now it gets darker
Before the curtain pulls the night
You blindly look for all the windows
Where you used to find some light
Ah, you could go to church
But then, Christine, what then?
Maybe Sunday morning
Or Tuesday after ten
Well when early afternoon wakes you
There's never a new surprise
Of who or what you've taken
Some fancy that met your eyes
Ah, you could go to church
But then, Christine, what then?
Maybe Sunday morning
Or Thursday nine to ten
Yeah you'd go to church
Some weekday afternoon
Sundays not so steady
Maybe someday soon
You know you can still sleep in the places
Where memories persist around you
And still see the timeless faces
Where the clocks are kneeling down too
Ah, you could go to church
But then, Christine, what then?
Maybe Sunday morning
Or Tuesday after ten
You'd go to that old church
Some weekend afternoon
You chose to do the using
Now everyone uses you
Now it's dark when they shake you up
And it's not to pull you in off the couch
To finish what you started earlier tonight
It's just to get you out of their house
You used to do the choosing
Now nobody chooses you
I remember how you lived for music
Now I see what it's come down to
You always used to be the chooser
Now no one is choosing you
Ah, you could go to church
But then, Christine, what then?
You could go to church
If you made it home again
You could go to church
If you ever come home again
