If you're gay and over 85
You've felt for your whole life
That when God made you, he just messed up
If you've been raised a southern belle
Born and bred for show and tell
But you lie down feeling never good enough

I'm so sorry
For how it's been
We're broken artists
With broken pens
We paint our pride
And call it truth

I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you
If you've heard a knock on your front door
But all that you found on the porch
Was a pastor that just wanted to be right
And if you really want to pray to him
But you're never sure he's listening
'Cause who could forgive what you did last night

I'm so sorry
For what you've heard
We're broken poets
With silly words
We paint agendas
And call it truth
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you

Oh
Can't you feel him in the room
Oh

All he wants is you
And I'm so sorry
For all the wrongs
We're broken singers
With broken songs
We paint our pride
And call it truth

I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you