Doubting Thomas Songtext
von Steve Tilston

You′d think by now I'd know the path to choose.
Still I′m confounded and confused.
You'd think by now that I would see the way.
Through the vale of tears to Judgement day.
Some may say that I am in denial.
A blind leap of faith can't reconcile.
Some would send me to the flames.
Doubting Thomas is my middle name.


I don′t believe in miracles or fate.
I can′t get my head round heaven's gate,
False -faced prophets pedal paradise.
Blind obedience is the going price.
Rich man thinks there has to be a way to buy.
To pass the camel through a needle′s eye.
The poor pass through this world in chains
Doubting Thomas etc.

Will I still be searching when this candle it burns out.
I didn't choose to be confused or choose to doubt.

I can′t help the workings of my mind.
Sometimes it runs smooth and sometimes grinds.
One day my cup's dry then overspills.
Sometimes I′m a slave to my own free will.
Who knows where this confused story ends?
I'd like to call the carpenter my friend.
Twisted words have warped the frame.
Doubting Thomas etc
Just say science is to blame.