This squeaky clean appearance I've been working on Is often in the way Of the truth and life that I'm portraying This narrow road I'm walking Is rising up to meet me Meet me right square in the face I'm praying Lord guide us to see The key to our redemption Is knowing our humanity
There are no heroes There are no great ones here We're only fools who know that we are fools There are no saints here There are no guiltless ones We're only those who know that we've been rescued
The ancient art of making You believe that I am Half as good as I wish I was
