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 anyone for 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 assure you of that
Even in the kingdom of heaven
I'll be asking the question
"What's it like in hell"?