Yeah…
I been walkin’ that thin line,
Half a prayer, half a vice.
Tryna live right…
But I still like the night.

Sunday morning in my same old jeans,
Ain’t clean, but I’m tryna be redeemed.
Last night’s smoke still caught in my teeth,
Every sin I own got a melody.
Preacher say “boy, you better find light,”
But the halo don’t fit quite right.
Faith ain’t pure when it’s dipped in pain,
I’m half in church, half in the rain.

I’m halfway holy, halfway broke,
Still say “amen” when I’m lightin’ my smoke.
Half a saint and half a sin,
Talk to God with whiskey on my skin.
I’m halfway holy, halfway gone,
Tryna do right where I went wrong.
Ain’t an angel, but I still try slowly,
Guess I’m just halfway holy.

Devil got jokes, yeah, he know my name,
Said “boy, you good at playin’ both games.”
Heaven in my heart, hell in my veins,
I keep switchin’ sides when the hunger pains.
Cross on my chest, rust on the chain,
Prayin’ for peace while I sip champagne.
World keep spinnin’ and I keep sinnin’,
But somehow the pain feel like beginnin’.

I’m halfway holy, halfway broke,
Still say “amen” when I’m lightin’ my smoke.
Half a saint and half a sin,
Talk to God with whiskey on my skin.
I’m halfway holy, halfway gone,
Tryna do right where I went wrong.
Ain’t an angel, but I still try slowly,
Guess I’m just halfway holy.

I ain’t lookin’ for heaven’s gates,
Just a seat where I can rest my weight.
Every scar I got still bleeds a song,
But I keep singin’ even when it’s wrong.
If grace is gold, I’m still diggin’,
If love is real, I’m still livin’.
Half the time I fall, but I rise again,
Half a sinner, but I’m still His friend.

Ain’t perfect, and I quit pretendin’,
Faith ain’t clean, it’s constant mendin’.
All my flaws still bend to light,
Even darkness learns to fight.
So if the good Lord hear me now,
I hope He knows I’m keepin’ vow.
Not to be pure — just to be real,
That’s the prayer my soul can feel.

I’m halfway holy, halfway broke,
Still say “amen” when I’m lightin’ my smoke.
Half a saint and half a sin,
Talk to God with whiskey on my skin.
I’m halfway holy, halfway gone,
Tryna do right where I went wrong.
Ain’t an angel, but I still try slowly,
Guess I’m just halfway holy.

Halfway holy…
but maybe halfway’s holy enough.