Where Is My Hallelujah?

I've been asking lots of questions With answers I don't know Been feeling less like Nazareth And more like Jericho And Sunday morning pastors Read Scriptures that I know They say I'm just like Lazarus But I'm not sure I rose And it's funny how I can't shake What I'm afraid I'll be someday It's funny how I'm homesick For some place I've never been And I'm feeling kinda tired Cause the more I change myself The more I feel like I belong Back down in hell And it's scary how I can't shake What i'm afraid I'll be someday It's stupid that I'm homesick For some place I've never been Where is my hallelujah? Where is my hallelujah? Where is my hallelujah? (I used to feel it in my bones) Where is my hallelujah? (I used to call that place my home) Where is my hallelujah? (Or was it all just make belief?) Where is my hallelujah? (Or did you take it back from me?)