Back Beat Love

Haven't been in church since
  I don't remember when
  Things were going great
  Til they fell apart again
  So I listened to the preacher
  As he told me what to do
  Said you can't go hating others
  who done wrong to you
  Sometimes we get angry
  But we must not condemn
  Let the good Lord do his job
  And you just pray for them

I pray your brakes go out
  Running down a hill
  I pray and flower pot falls
  From a windowsill
  And knocks you in the head like I'd like to
  I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
  I pray your flying high when your engine stalls
  I pray all your dreams never come true
  Just know wherever you are
  Honey, I pray for you

Really glad I found my way to church
  Cause I'm already feeling better and I thank God for the words
  So I'm gonna take the high road
  And do what the preacher told me to do
  You keep messing up
  And I'll keep praying for you

I pray your tire blows out at 110
  I pray you pass out with your best friend
  And wake up with his and her tattoos

Wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car
  Wherever you are honey, I pray for you.