well i’ve got this friend
who’s got it all together
he tells me there’s only one thing
that will ever last forever

“go ahead and try and make your mark”
the whole worlds flammable
and you carry a spark

when i tell my friend i’m not praying for fame
he just smiles and says you must be insane
naw, you just need to take a closer look
to see your place in the history books

he tries to tell me
that God’s all in my head
but my head’s full of selfishness instead
God’s not all in my heart
God’s not all out on my tongue
so don’t tell me God’s all in my head

well i leave my friend
and I go out for a drive
and the billboards i read
say, “man you’re lucky to be alive”

cause with the smoke you’re breathing
just with your windows rolled down
don’t you think it’s time you left this town?

but i respond to myself
i know why i’m here
god has a plan for me
don’t whisper in my ear

you can take a backseat
oh you doubt
or i’ll throw you out

prayin’ for rain these months gone by
skies cloud over – i wonder why
how could you force these storms on me
when you knew – i was not ready

so i call it a curse though it’s blessing
i suppose i’m trying to keep you guessing
when will i learn that i’m playing with fire
when i get burned by my desires?

you are all powerful, all places
all knowing in all ways
i am – i’m almost forgetting
you can hear me
when i pray

echoes around this cold stone place
have me chasing a dream at a snails pace
but i wash my hands of all my deeds
all cleaned up i offer you my list of needs

i find you there you hide i seek
i hope you can’t see my sincerity’s weak
a God i should praise – a God I should serve
instead i just whine, what do i deserve

on my knees this time for real
afraid to say please – for how you’d feel

five o’clock on friday
he’s headed to get his kids
stop lights and trains slow him
and he frowns as he skids

’cause two weeks have ticked by
and he hates being alone
so he smiles as he pulls in front
of what used to be his home

and the kids yell back to mom
do we really have to go
cause it’s no fun, a waste of time
and we love you more, you know

(chorus)
they don’t really mean to hurt him
but they do it the same
but he hides his tears behind his eyes
and he calls them out by name (because he loves them)

9 am on sunday
He’s waiting for his kids
in the auction for their time
He finally has the highest bid

cause all week he was there
but they acted all alone
finally their parking in front
of a building they call his home

they whisper to themselves
do we really have to go
cause it’s no fun, a waste of time
and it’s nothing that we don’t already know

we have divorced ourselves
from the only one who truly cares
all week he’s by our side
and we pretend that he is not there