From the recording Counting Churches
On the road to nowhere, there's a pastor rocking in a chair...pour some wine, close your eyes, and get lost in the imagery of Counting Churches. Written during an RV road trip, amazed at all the different churches dotting the American highways.
Lyrics
Counting Churches
©2026 by Todd Michael Chapman
Verse 1
Michelin 22 fives rolling down I-79
There’s a dead-end road with a run-down holy-home
Another day rolls by, play guitar and say good night
On the road for hours contemplating higher powers
Spirits in ivory towers
Chorus
And we're counting all the churches on our way
Keeping their faith
Verse 2
Churches big and small welcome one and all
Steeples painted white reach into the sky
In each small town the people come on down
Young and old are filing in desperate to be rid of sin
Praying for life again
Chorus
And we're counting all the churches on our way
Where they're keeping their faith
Keeping their faith
Counting churches
Counting churches
And we're counting all the churches on our way
Keeping their faith
Verse 3
Another day rolls by, play guitar and say good night
On the road to nowhere there’s a pastor rocking in a chair
Folding his hands in prayer
Chorus
As we're counting all the churches on our way
Where they're keeping their faith
Keeping their faith
Counting churches
Counting churches