Lyrics

You wear your faith like armor,
Pointing fingers in the crowd.
But your house is made of windows,
And you’re shouting way too loud.
I don’t need another sermon,
Don’t need your holy war
I’ve got my own reflection,
And that’s enough to answer for.

We all get lost, we all break down,
But you can’t fix me by tearing me down.

So sweep around your own porch,
You’ve got plenty there to do.
I don’t need your saving grace,
It’s never been the truth.
Life’s already hard enough,
Without your thunder and your dust.
So sweep around your own porch,
And I’ll take care of mine.

You talk about a narrow road,
But yours is paved with heavy stones.
You hide your doubt behind belief,
But it don’t bring you any peace.
You point at me to hide your pain,
And call it love, but it feels like shame.

We all fall down, we all need time,
But your walls are higher than the climb.

So sweep around your own porch,
You’ve got plenty there to do.
Don’t come preaching from your book,
It don’t mean what you think it proves.
Life’s already hard enough,
Without your ghosts and empty trust.
So sweep around your own porch
And I’ll take care of mine.

Maybe peace don’t come from rules,
Or holy men with golden tools.
Maybe grace is something earned,
When hearts are open and lessons learned.
You’ve got your cross, I’ve got my scars,
But I still dance beneath the stars.

We all have sorrow, we all have pain,
We all get lost, we all change.
So look inside before you preach,
Your mirror’s closer than your reach.

So sweep around your own porch,
You’ve got plenty there to do.
Don’t come knocking anymore,
I’ve got no sermon left for you.
Life’s already hard enough,
Without your thunder, without your fuss.
So sweep around your own porch,
And I’ll take care of mine.