Fake Problems - Tabernacle Song lyrics

We've almost got job security At least there's a roof over our heads There are beds in our rooms And warm plates of food Waiting to be had We're not asking If they want anything But we'll take What you can give I can honestly say At this point in my life I'm grateful for what I get So hey Why am I trying to escape When everything I need is right here At home? I read that every good sermon It starts with a story To reel the audience in But I've got no life experience Just this terrible fear That I'll captivate anything If I really have your attention I'm desperate for the affection Of a full capacity room As sweat seeps from my pores I race for the door And don't want it anymore So hey Why am I trying to escape When everything I need is right here? But the neighbors just called You didn't make it that far They saw ya picking flowers From their yard Well hip, hip, hooray What a wonderful escape And the way that I see I see nothing at all I'm blindfolded in the backseat Of a car Just drop me somewhere I can't retrace my steps Can I come back yet To the only place That clears my head? To my home Yes, I learned my lesson But I'll always be restless I can a**ure you of that Even in the kingdom of heaven I'll be asking the question "What's it like in hell"?