[Intro - lonesome harmonica, a moderate walking gait, acoustic and soft bass]

[Verse 1 - the houses, the lit windows]
Every man I ever knew has got a house that he can name
A roof with a word above the door, a confession and a creed
And when the cold comes down at night I watch them all go in
Every one of them has somewhere, every one of them but me
I have stood out in the yard a long, long time

[Chorus]
I am theologically homeless
There is no house that holds all of me
No confession ever wrote my name
No denomination kept a key
And the lamps are warm in all of them
But not a one of them is mine
Theologically homeless

[Verse 2 - the house that never came]
There was a time I thought that I would find the door that fit
And a time I thought that I would build a house that men would share
But every camp that held a piece of it would fence the rest away
And a house with a fence around the truth was never going to be a home
So I am still out here

[Chorus]
I am theologically homeless
There is no house that holds all of me
No confession ever wrote my name
No denomination kept a key
And the lamps are warm in all of them
But not a one of them is mine
Theologically homeless

[Verse 3 and bridge - it was never a season]
And I used to think that this was just a season I was in
That a man cannot stand forever in a yard out in the cold
But I have searched my whole life back as far as I can see
And the man out in the yard was always me
It was never a season, it was the shape of me

[Final Verse and Outro - the dignified ache]
So the cold comes down again tonight and again I do not go in
Not because there is no door, there are doors on every side
But a warm house built on half the truth is a house I cannot live in
I would rather take the cold and keep the whole of what is true
Theologically homeless
And the lamps are warm in all of them
But not a one of them is mine