Pointing at the Moon

From the mildew to the barbecue
You came through from the classroom to the tomb
Moment of truth now, your bags are packed
With lies you can go forward, but you cannot go back

Come unto Jesus, friend
Render unto Caesar
Spent my life pointing at the moon
You spent yours looking at my finger

Next clown jumping on the mattress while I'm paying dues
Yeah, you do plenty business here, what does that make you?

Friends that never climbed a mountain
Halfway was the rule
Moment of truth now, your bags are packed
With lies you can go forward, but you cannot go back

What are we pretending not to know here?
I ain't asking questions I don't know the answer to
See who's gonna lie to me
What they look like when they do

Next clown jumping on the mattress while I'm paying dues
Yeah, you do plenty business here, what does that make you?

Careful with the words we said
'Cause once the bell's been rung
The garbage that we never say
Is poetry when it's sung