[Verse] Sunday morning, dust on the dashboard, Coffee’s cold but I’m still reaching toward, That patch of light on the old church pew, After all the miles, I’m rolling through. [Pre-Chorus] Hands on the wheel and a heavy heart, But here in this quiet, I’m ready to start— [Chorus] Looking out a church pew view, Where the sky is wide and the trouble’s few, Let the good Lord wash it all away, Give me strength for the week, come what may. Yeah, from this pew, I find my truth, Road-trip free, with a faith renewed. [Verse] Workweek weighed me down like a slow freight train, But mercy’s like the wind, it blows through my veins, Singing softly with the morning choir, Burning out the stress, lighting up the fire. [Pre-Chorus] Hands on the wheel and a steady beat, Finding peace where the road and heaven meet— [Chorus] Looking out a church pew view, Where the sky is wide and the trouble’s few, Let the good Lord wash it all away, Give me strength for the week, come what may. Yeah, from this pew, I find my truth, Road-trip free, with a faith renewed. [Bridge] And when the week turns dark and wild, I’ll come back here to the child Inside who knows the power of grace, In this holy, quiet place. [Chorus] Looking out a church pew view, Where the sky is wide and the trouble’s few, Let the good Lord wash it all away, Give me strength for the week, come what may. Yeah, from this pew, I find my truth, Road-trip free, with a faith renewed. [Outro] Road-trip free, with a faith renewed, Looking out a church pew view.