Oh in the morning

I stumble


my way towards

the mirror and my makeup

it's light out

and I now

face just what I'm made of



There's so much more

left to do

Well I'm not young

But I'm not through



Oh in the evening

I stumble

my way towards another day

we struggle

it's dark out

it's time now

that I pick up my hustle



Make a call

make some cash

make your mark

make it last

tiny scores

tiny rooms

lofty goals

met too soon

too soon



Well here I stand

a broken man

If I could I would raise my hands

I come before you humbly

If I could I'd be on my knees



Come lay down your head upon my chest

feel my heart beat feel my unrest

If Jesus could only wash my feet

Then I'd get up strong and my soul, oh



Oh in the morning

I stumble

my way towards

the mirror and my makeup

it's light out

and I now

face just what I'm made of



There's so much more

left to do

Well I'm not young

But I'm not through



tiny scores

tiny rooms

lofty goals

met too soon

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