Oh in the morning
I stumble
my way towards
the mirror and my makeup
it's light out
and I now
face just what I'm made of
There's so much more
left to do
Well I'm not young
But I'm not through
Oh in the evening
I stumble
my way towards another day
we struggle
it's dark out
it's time now
that I pick up my hustle
Make a call
make some cash
make your mark
make it last
tiny scores
tiny rooms
lofty goals
met too soon
too soon
Well here I stand
a broken man
If I could I would raise my hands
I come before you humbly
If I could I'd be on my knees
Come lay down your head upon my chest
feel my heart beat feel my unrest
If Jesus could only wash my feet
Then I'd get up strong and my soul, oh
Oh in the morning
I stumble
my way towards
the mirror and my makeup
it's light out
and I now
face just what I'm made of
There's so much more
left to do
Well I'm not young
But I'm not through
tiny scores
tiny rooms
lofty goals
met too soon
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