From early youth we search for truth
And live in fear each night
That we won't see the morning sunrise
So we become a Sunday steeple
The crowds beneath that steeple
Search our hearts for answers
That we doubt somehow we'll find
And ease your troubled mind
Just as I said, Lord, forgive me
And help to make me strong
That I've lost along the way
I just wanna trade my sorrow
For the good side of tomorrow,
Our lives, they're quickly fading
We could long ago foresee
And each of us must decide
Is this all there is to life?
And can I find a place in eternity?
Just by saying, Lord, forgive me
And help to make me strong
Oh, I don't want to love me
But I've lost the long way
I just want to trade my sorrow
for the good side of tomorrow, today
I just want to trade my sorrow
for the good side of tomorrow, today