It May Look Like I'm Moving But

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name