The Easy Confidence

I was screaming out your name.

I guess you never heard me,

But i was screaming it for years,

And i think i deserve a reason for why you've been so elusive.

Now i've been thinking about my life and i can't believe

That i have wasted so much time trying to be

What everyone loves, the prodigal son returning.

Oh, what a sight, the prodigal son returning.

If jesus christ ever reached down and touched my life,

He certainly left no sign to let me know he had.

And i wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time,

It's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist.

But now i think i see this for what it is.

Oh my soul!

Oh, my soul is tired, but i've got an itch to scratch,

I've got a stone to throw, and i want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones.

I've got a bone to pick, and i want to pick it clean!

Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.

I want something better, i want something better.

I want something real, i want something real.

I want something better, i want something better.

I want something real, i want something real.

And this is the part where my exit starts,

Because i caught a glimpse of the father's heart.

Do we want something we can't have?

Do we want something we can't have?

So come on, friends, count up your sins:

One for being human, two for being born like this.

Oh, this isn't love. oh, we're not in love.

Oh, if you wanted love, you just should've spoken up.