Saints at a Curtain Call.

And so, when the curtain has made its last call

And you're no longer facing the crowd,

Will you stand in the darkness behind the thick velvet

And wait for the noise to die down,

Looking around as the silence gets loud

Realizing the show's finally over—

Brother, welcome to life being sober.

For it's about time—

That I see when I'm down on my physical knees

I'm a Saint on my spiritual feet.

And though the desert has never been so bitter as now,

The River of Life is so sweet

And it's about time...

It's the job at the station that keeps him,

It's the lie that she doesn't want to face,

It's the arguments, fear, and the lion at bay

That is keeping them from getting to grace,

So the curtain is closing up a little more space

And they realize that it's almost over—

Dear, welcome to a life being sober.

But now it's about time—

That they see when they're down on their physical knees

They are Saints on their spiritual feet,

Though the desert has never been so bitter as now

They're gonna find the River so sweet,

And it's about time...

To stop faking, stop trying,

Dear it's time, you can't buy it,

You're lying and it's out of your hands.

Cut the act, stop the script,

Don't you play unequipped,

You're no seller, so follow the Plan—

Because you know when you're down on your physical knees

You're a Saint on your spiritual feet,

And it's only when you've pushed the world far away

That the flesh and Perfection can meet...