Saturday, tent revival
My hand held tight 
White gloves, bibles
The buzz of flies
I know that somewhere
the saints get around
They can get together
They can talk about it
They can understand

My hand held tight
My body aches
Pressed against 
the weight of the gospel
I can hardly wait
I know that somewhere
the saints gather around
They watch me with wisdom and patience
I hope they understand

The summer ?? I heard back then
My body sweats beneath it
?????
I feel allright

You can understand
You can understand
You can understand

I understand
I understand