Too many wrong men, too many bad calls,
Too much the victim, too few, the cracks in the wall,
Too little freedom for a believer,
Too close for comfort to the deceiver, oh.
Something is wrong with this picture inside a twisted frame,
I thought I was a new creature, but I feel much the same.
Take a walk to the well,
Taste living water,
Live to tell of a faithful Father,
Get up and walk,
Get up and walk,
Just go on.
Too poor in spirit, too rich in vice,
Short of compassion and long on spite,
No thoughts eternal in my head,
No grasp of grace, I wonder why his blood was shed for me.
I like it solitary, I don’t let nobody in,
That kind of closeness scares me; I don’t know where to begin.
Take a walk to the well,
Taste living water,
Live to tell of a faithful Father,
Get up and walk,
Get up and walk,
Just go on.
I…I asked to see what was hidden,
I saw the depth and the scope of disappointment and longing,
I saw my sin and my hope, my hope.
Take a walk to the well,
Taste living water,
Live to tell of a faithful Father,
Get up and walk,
Get up and walk,
Just go on.
Too much, too many,
Too little, too long,
Too big, too bad,
So long, so long,
You walk to the well, (and you walk)
Get up, (and you walk)
Get up and walk,
Get up, (and you walk)
Get up, (and you walk)
Get up and walk, and walk, and walk.
