When I'm down, when my soul's in need of rest. Come your words of comfort and of hope. I see your face always smiling back at me. A stream of light running straight to the heart.
My life is like a racing car hurtling towards the wall. At the speed of sound. My time has been so finely tuned. But I've never seen a human being so tightly wound.
Words and Music by Brent Bourgeois and Michael W. Smith. . Hear the clock strike two a.m.. Another sleepless night for you. Oh, I have been there too.