I'm a chemistry of flesh and water

Blood and guts

A savage disorder

I made the wrong move

Oh, what a bother

And ever since then, I been looking for my Father



When this darkness rolls in

I can't read my I.D.

And who knows when the sunrise will be?



Martin Luther said to one of his brothers

"Except for one instance, no one can die for another"

And the devil makes me fearful about my survival

One's gone before to ensure your arrival



Sometimes the darkness rolls in

And it just takes ahold of me

And who knows when the sunrise will be?



See, I feel like Barabbas with his sentence reversed

I got my handgun of conceit

But at least it's registered

And I checked out of my Best Western motel

I saw a man on a hill in place of my hell



And then the darkness rolls in

And chokes the life out of me

And who knows when the sunrise will be?



You can count on your charm or revel in your wealth

Improve your appearance or hope in your health

But houses of cards tumble, and reputations fail

Marriages crumble, and interest rates sale

And there are no more heroes, and there are no rules of thumb

Criminals are pardoned 'cos there's no place to put them

Babies are torn because nobody wants them

And whales, canonized by some government program

We're blind men, sad men, dreamers with wishes

Paralytics, lunatics and the back-street fringes

All find a place in Your home, at Your table

And You make them well 'cos You're willing and able



Still, in the darkness there's a candle you will see

And who knows when the sunrise will be?

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