Glory Lyrics - David Wilcox

Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three 

That was my best guess 

But hey, here I am this morning 

Singing happy birthday to me 

As I clean up all this mess 

Because I'm still left alive 

Without warning 

In the big, boring middle 

Of my long book of life 

After the twist has been told 

If you don't die in glory 

At the age of Christ 

Then your story is just getting old 

You can see leather-jacket-James 

And Jimi, fan the flames 

Their posters will always look younger 

Ah, but they never knew 

And they can't guide us through 

The long stretch of spiritual hunger 

In the big boring middle 

Of my long book of life 

After the twist has been told 

If you don't die in glory 

At the age of Christ 

Then your story is just getting old 

As a skinny kid she knew 

That she should never sell her beauty 

But it's a strong narcotic 

To feel the public stare 

It's like a powerful dose 

Of some synthetic self-image 

It makes you feel so alive 

As long as it is there 

And that was how she felt 

Not pushed by human hands 

She was pushed 

By the eyes all around her 

So, she fell back into her past 

Where her beauty mark would last 

So, the camera could never have found her 

In the big boring middle 

Of my long book of life 

After the twist has been told 

If you don't die in glory 

At the age of Christ 

Then your story is just getting old 

Now, when Jesus told the rest 

That He would have His way 

And in death He would not be defeated 

Maybe it was all for the best 

For what He had to say 

Because He would not always 

Have to repeat it 

Through the big boring middle 

Of His long book of life 

After He passed thirty-two 

If you don't die in glory 

At the age of Christ 

Then your story is still coming true 

Still coming true, still coming true