It'll change your life.
Rain falling down on my face
Wash me clean, wash my sins away
Take me back where I used to run
Fast and free like the kingdom come
Like the kingdom come
Still we go marching on blood on our hands
Dirt on our skin, heads in the sand
In some other town or in the here and now
How far where we go all that we allow
Help me out here, I'm getting tired
Help me out here, I'm getting tired
And pardon me, if I say too muhc
I could never ignore that which i ought not touch
Curiosity might be all I got and some cynicsym from experienced rut
Cause my experience brought me here
They say we must go on, never looking back
Lest we ever learn the wisdom that we lack
Curiosity, it might be my death
Though I may stop from time to time to catch my breath
Would you help me out here? I'm getting tired.
Help me out here, I'm getting tired.
And all that we need to see, and all those we need to hear
We tie their hands behind their backs and look away
Yes we tear the shirts right off their backs
And then donate cash for all they lack
Fancy ourselves philanthropists
Save justice for another day
And we wonder how we got so far
Making money off each others scars
"Still it's never my fault, I mean what other options did I have?"
Buying someone else's tyrannic dream Of force and greed and foolish schemes When there is light to help illuminate the way? Still we choose to tell each other lies That this kingdom could never be realized The master never could of meant the words he said...
I'm getting tired.
Where do we go from here? God only knows.
Perhaps that's just some bullshit spiritual prose.
Perhaps we're the ones, we've been waiting for.
Perhaps God has just been waiting at our door.
He's waiting at the door.
I'll try to be the first to tell you when I'm wrong
Write a book about it right here in my song.
Here is where I start to try and start again
Learning to become father and a friend.
Would you help me out here? I'm getting tired.
