The Truth

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