How you doing friend well you know I'm just fine Could be a picture of the truth or a pocket full of lies And we don't know what's going on behind But everything that's hidden finds it way into the light
Stop looking for a box to try to put me in I'm just a pilgrim on the road who's been forgiven of his sin Apart from the stories I'm the same as you We're all held together by the same kind of glue I just want to know what's really going on So tell me what you're thinking and what's your bottom line? Was everything created or did it just explode? Some eternal purpose or to the dust we go?
It's amazing how many hearts Fill their lives with something that'll never make it past This old earth and all that's set to fade People looking to the stars not the hands where they were made