| Here I sit
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| If I didn’t need nobody, I’d thank God for it
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| There’d be nothing that’d stop me getting on with it
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| It’d be me and my brain
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| And my pain
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| And my shame…
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| I guess I do
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| This carpark’s only got one space and it’s for you
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| Alone can show an ugly face, so pull me through
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| To where I won’t need a light
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| To see at night
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| 'Cause I’ll be alright…
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| You’re sure as hell not Jesus, but you’re saving me
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| Thank you very much for putting faith in me
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| Reminding me a light was once so great to be
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| I’m glad I made a friend that doesn’t pray for me
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| Here I wait
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| For something bad and saddening to draw my way
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| I fight to give it everything and lose I may
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| But I still got you somewhere
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| It’s just upstairs
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| Maybe I care…
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| Guess I am
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| No big and strong Goliath, I’m a wandering man
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| And sometimes I get tired and I’m glad a hand
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| Comes and slaps me and then
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| It goes again
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| I guess you’re my friend…
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| So thanks, my little angel (thank you too!)
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| For watching over me
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| She says she’s gonna break my nose
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| If I don’t behave next week
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| You’re sure as hell not Jesus, but you’re saving me
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| Thank you very much for putting faith in me
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| Reminding me a light was once so great to be
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| I’m glad I made a friend that doesn’t pray for me |