In my closet a spot is worn from hours and hours upon my knees. I step inside, the quiet's like a doorway to a world of peace. One thing I don't worry 'bout.
Tell me someone, tell me. What is this love about. Help me someone, help me. Figure these feelings out. Strange the way You love me. I'm high on the mystery.
Free, I long to be free. I long for the day I believe. That all You say, You see in me is true. That's hard for me to do. It's hard for me to die to myself.
Kicking up dust. Heaven or bust. We're headed for the promised land. Since the moment we believed we've been eager to leave. Like a child tugging Daddy's hand.