Caedmons Call Center Aisle
In November of '95, the sister of a friend of mine from high school committed suicide. Having never been to a funeral, I was very apprehensive, especially since I had been asked to play a song during the service. Seeing her in that room along with all of those people who loved her and cared about her really made me think. I mainly wondered if whatever it was that had driven her to that point could have been worked out in that quiet room with that group of people. I suppose questions just lead to more questions. I wrote this song on the way back home in the car. (Derek Webb) Thank God I'm back in my car And driving home And driving home 'Cause the air was thin and so cold Back in there It was my first time Won't be my last time And the questions rise Expectations fall In light of it all There aren't words to say Words aren't remembered But presence is A good friend once told me And he was there He was there But she wasn't there It's not fair It's not fair (Chorus) What crimes have you committed Demanding such a penance That couldn't wait for five more minutes And a cry for help 'Cause this room is so peaceful And this room is so quiet And I hate the silence And I can't walk the center aisle I've been here for over three hours Behind the flowers So beautiful and young And so alive And so in need of someone Someone to talk to them 'Cause theirs are fragile lives (repeat chorus) And I think about my brother And how I just stood there With my hands in my pockets And my heart in my throat Thank God I'm back in my car And driving home And driving home But in that place I leave All my days of taking life for granted And the words I wrote for her And my best friend crying And a young girl lying On all our hearts (repeat chorus) -lyrics submitted by Corey Cossentino ([email protected])