The river's wide, that I could not swim across it, so I convinced myself I'd walked up on the waves.
The river's wide, that I could not swim across it, so I told everyone I'd walked up on the waves.
But I lied, and I knew I'd lied, but I did everything I did to soothe the family pride
and I just don't think I can keep it up now.
Because I've never heard Jesus speak to me (not in any way that I'd consider speaking)
but I bowed my head just the same.
Though, I did find some tears when they played that song, but for the four right chords I will play along,
I have always been that way.
It doesn't matter what the lyrics say.
Into stronger arms we run, with a thorn in our side and the devil's inside.
So who are we running from?
Into stranger arms we run.
Such a thorn in our side, when the devil's implied.
Oh what have we done?
So I tried and I tried to achieve belief.
Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I've been feeling fine (In fact, often better than fine.)
Though, now both my shoulders have started hurting from walking around under such a burden,
to reconcile everything that we learn with everything that we were taught.
But with all we know now,
how can you say "Oh you've just got to take it all on faith" and "Don't think too much.
Just hush and pray, exactly as we've always done."
Hey god! Now I've got a baby girl.
What am I supposed to tell her about you?
Because her life shouldn't have to be like mine.
She shouldn't have to waste her time on waiting on you, because you never do come through.
Sometimes I can't believe the things those preachers have the nerve to say to me,
but maybe the things that I'd have to say to them are really just as bad.
Because the only times I ever thought of suicide, I was waiting on the lord to direct my life,
saying "give me one word and I'll put down the knife and I'll never pick it up again."
But luckily I held out long enough to see that everybody really makes their own destiny.
It's a beautiful thing.
It's just you and me, exactly where we belong, and there's nothing inherently wrong with us.