This here's the story of Tossed By The Wind,
The Wind, out on his own with deceptions of men.
He was warned by his momma,
"Son don't listen to them"
And here's what she said to our friend,
"Be sure that no one takes you captive
By the decption of men
Cause you will find it to be tragic in the end."
To begin He was with him, with him and glad,
Oh yeah.
Mr Pure-and-Simple was the only one he knew,
Oh and all that he had, oh yeah.
'Til he heard from the learned,
"Son your facts are all wrong."
The Jesus he knew got cut out of his song.
Now he sings praises to Hume all day long.
Be sure that no one takes you captive
By the decption of men,
Oh cause you will find it to be tragic in the end.
Oh, we've been infecting your sons and your daughters.
Make all checks payable to your alma mater.
They're training for life on their own,
So far from home.
This here's the story of Tossed By The Wind,
Who was cursed by his thurst for the wisdom of men.
Now broken and hopeless, he heard from within
A still small voice calling to him.
Lies always fail in the end,
Truth will prevail in the end,
My grace is sufficient my friend.
Be sure that no one takes you captive
By the decption of men,
Oh cause you will find it to be tragic in the end.
Oh. Be sure that no one takes you captive
By the decption of men
Cause you will find it to be tragic in the end, yeah.