if I get somewhere, get somewhere
and somewhere follows me home
it sneaks up on me and leaves me
holding a sinkng stone
intentions go from good to bad, from
bad to good, back around again good
to wrong
I'll learn it once, then I'll learn it again,
then I'll learn it again, and
(Chorus)
this is what I found, what I've found
now
God's love is the roots, His mercy's the
ground no matter how I try, I'm broken
branches He's my strength, my hope,
my second chances
I set it up, I set it up, I set it up right in
the way
I think I got it but my set up won't even last a day
when will I figure out I'm about as
graceful as a lawn mower in a jewelry
store with cat nip and gold fish, like a
drink with no lid
Chorus
my second chances
my second ch-ch-chances
there's no friend like the lowly Jesus
and His grace flows even though I
don't deserve it
I am a tree, I am a tree, and this tree
tries to grow leaves
but it would seem so far that puffs of
smoke are where leaves should be
and honest I guess, I'm just a little
close to some matches
but God's plan is the roots go down
deep to revive these broken branches
