Oh lord how I've tried to live for the truth
Though I've rarely strayed, I have strayed from you
I've done bad things and I've been depressed
But I'm not coming home because I never left
So I sing this praise to a higher unknown
And ask that you love me as you'd love a son
I've done bad things with what I've been blessed
I'm not coming home because I never left
Show mercy on me when I am worn down
And I'll bathe the feet of those who surround
Please grant me sleep or some kind of rest
When I'm worn down...
I've shown my disdain for your mistreated words
I've turned a deaf ear, but with the other I've heard
Though I've done things that are best left unsaid
I'm not coming home because I never left