I've been putting on and putting off too many people And I'm getting old to live like an injured man Ailment and unfilled prescription like the nose on my face Like a broken boat safety raft and a love for the water And I just can't decide to sink or swim it's me or them Should I save myself or go back for the others because Maybe there's no gray and I was wrong to tell 'em so And maybe all that I've to do was done a long time ago 'Cause there was life before my life There was provision before my need There was redemption before my sin For the sake of the world I thank the Lord That the truth's not contingent on me I've been dressing up and dressing down for too many people And I'm a little young to live like a troubled boy, a troubled soul A fish out of water, 'cause we're all just the same We're all just as good and just as bad and just as distracted By the corners of our eyes as our fathers were and theirs before And all those before them and still I glance around And with the way I stare you'd think I'd seen through a two-by-four And with the way I walk you'd think I'd never seen grace before But I've been putting up and putting down too many things That I know nothing about but I'm jealous of Holding pride as tight as I can like she was my only daughter