
The Tunnel
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Lyrics
Intro
Wait... this ain't the tunnel.
No light. No fire.
Just... chairs.
Plastic chairs.
And everybody I ever did wrong...
sittin' in 'em.
Lord... what is this?
Verse 1
Woke up dead, first thing I felt was cold
No gold at the gates, just "WAIT TO BE CALLED"
Fluorescent lights buzzin' like the block at three
Every face in this room got a memory of me
There go Ray — I took his life over a chain
Don't remember why, just remember the rain
Blood in the gutter, now he's three chairs down
We don't say a word, just stare at the ground
What words fix a hole in a man's chest?
What sorry brings the dead back from rest?
Receptionist turnin' pages, time don't move
Hell might be mercy when you got nothin' left to prove
Chorus
Heaven got a waitin' room
And everybody in it got a scar from you
Plastic chairs and fluorescent gloom
And you just wait, and wait, and wait
For your name to come through
Your name to come through
Verse 2
Now I see faces I ain't seen in decades
Mike from third grade — I still see the blade, kid
He forgave me in life, but here I feel the weight
God don't take fame, and He don't take plaques
Every growl that I gave, every promise I broke
Every mother at a grave, every word that I spoke
The Dog was off-leash, but the Dog couldn't save
Not one soul, not his own, not the ones that he raised
All that bark in the dark — it was pain in disguise
It was rage wearin' fur, it was hurt in his eyes
Now I'm holdin' one number with a tremblin' hand
Waitin' on the One who decides where I land
Chorus
Heaven got a waitin' room
And everybody in it got a scar from you
Plastic chairs and fluorescent gloom
And you just wait, and wait, and wait
For your name to come through
Your name to come through
Verse 3
Been waitin' so long, I stopped countin' the time
Stopped rehearsin' defenses, ran out of lines
Funny how a man full of growls goes mute
When the Judge already knows every frame of the truth
Then a warmth hit the room like the sun through a door
Every soul that I hurt wasn't staring anymore
They was waitin' with me — that's what this room is
The ones you break become the jury of forgiveness
So I stood and I bowed, let the tears finally run
'Cause a dog can be healed when the fightin' is done
Then the voice from the light called my name soft and low
Like I was somebody's brother... somebody's son.
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