This rope has got my by the teeth
I didn’t know I could be so foolish
And neglect to allow the grass its growth
But the road is hard on a wealthy man
With shaky hands, comfortable in his clothes
With the fear, the greed his prudent parents bestowed
This place is cold
Yet, is it bold
This place is cold
Yet, is it bold
Is it bold enough
To move along
Without its children
This place is oh, so cold
And I can’t sing praises like the trees, oh no
But I can fall to my knees
But I can find them beautiful
And I can learn to adore what’s simple
Oh, my God, make me weak
I could leave my mouth where it’s sitting
Till the weeds leave it hidden among the Pharisees
Till I speak love, and a righteous man claims heresy
I saw Jesus among the pigeons
I found him in a drunk man’s vision
I just wanna give
I just wanna give
I just wanna give what I’ve been given
This place is bold
This place is dauntless
It needs not our assistance
