I got the message in my mailbox
Nobody goes to church no more
Theyre closing down your little altar
Theyve locked the sanctuary door

Dont fight it
Who can say that you didnt try
Dont fight it
Old soldiers never die

Where will I go to leave my offering
To think about how lifes so queer
And listen to the little choir
The sermon I dont care to hear

Dont fight it
Who can say that its not the end
Dont fight it
And if we dont meet again
I know somewhere a monument
Stands in the name of our love
Somewhere are monuments
Standing in the name of our love

Ive seen such strange times
Seems like lifetimes
Sometimes good and sometimes bad
And I dont see how it could
Have been much different
Everybody gave the best they had