I try to do all that I can
But the churches have run
out of candles
I try to give you all I own
But the bankers have run out of loaners
It's always just that little bit more
That doesn't get you what you're looking for
I try to block the cabin door
But the churches have run out of candles
I try to lend a helping hand
But the rooms have all run out of pamphlets
I try to cook it up in land
The kitchen has run out of camp beds
It's always just that little bit more
That doesn't get you
what you're looking for
I try to bang it on the cabin floor
But the churches have run out of candles
Then one day in the cathedral
Finally lit
you a candle
And all along the vaulted halls
The burgeons did smell from their mantels
It's always just that little bit more
That doesn't get you what you're looking for
But it gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
It's
always just that little bit more
That doesn't get you what you're looking for
But it gets you where you need to go
But the
churches have run
out of candles
It's always just that little bit more
That doesn't get you what you're looking for
But it gets you where you need to go
But the
churches have run out of candles