The Truth

I've been putting on and putting off too many people

And I'm getting old to live

Like an injured man, ailments and unfilled prescriptions,

Like the nose on my face

Like a broken boat, a safety raft, and a love for the water

Well 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 then maybe all that I've to do was done a long time ago

Because 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

Because 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

Because 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

Because 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

But I've been putting up, 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

Because 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

'Cause the truth's not contingent on me.