Yeah…
The static’s hummin’ like a heartbeat lost,
And I’m just tryin’ to find the station I crossed.

I tuned in faith on a busted dial,
Caught my name in the noise for a little while.
Every word like smoke in the throat,
Tryna preach peace through a cracked note.

My demons wear Sunday shoes,
They pray in the dark with their own bad news.
Every lie they tell sounds holy true,
And some nights, I believe it too.

But I keep drivin’ past the noise and sin,
Waitin’ on a signal that sounds like home again.

Midnight gospel, speak to me slow,
Preach me mercy through the radio.
If grace got static, I’ll take that tune,
Long as it hums like the truth I knew.
Yeah, midnight gospel —
Let the silence confess,
I’m still here, still lost, still blessed.

The world don’t stop, it just hums out loud,
Every sinner’s story gets lost in the crowd.
But I still pray to the pulse and the pain,
‘Cause even ghosts got songs to explain.

They say heaven’s a choir, but hell’s got range,
And both sound the same when you need a change.
So I sing to the static, let it fill the space,
Between my doubt and my saving grace.

And I ain’t afraid of the noise no more,
I found God hidin’ in the metaphor.

Midnight gospel, speak to me slow,
Preach me mercy through the radio.
If grace got static, I’ll take that tune,
Long as it hums like the truth I knew.
Yeah, midnight gospel —
Let the silence confess,
I’m still here, still lost, still blessed.

Maybe faith ain’t clean, just clear,
A whisper sayin’, “You’re still here.”
Maybe heaven don’t wait above,
It’s the hum that holds the love.

Midnight gospel, sing me home,
Through the noise and the undertone.
If grace got rhythm, let it sound like this,
Every sin a verse, every wound a wish.
Yeah, midnight gospel —
Let the silence confess,
I’m still here, still lost, still blessed.

And the static fades —
But the soul still hums.