I'm
at the end of myself
I just dropped
out of the running
I don't recall when I
last pulled the shades
An d said, here comes the sun,
here comes a new day
Someone remind me again
That joy might show up on
occasion
Cause I'm sitting here
with my hands in my hair
An d my eyes on the ground
Wondering if I'll be found by you
Will you make me new?
Will you take what's left of me?
Cause I guarantee
That it won't be a fair trade
Will You set me free
from what's keeping
me afraid?
I know I've prayed it all before,
but I'm back on the al
tar
I don't believe what they say
About one foot in front of the other
If my life was a map,
you'd see every last step
I'm just circling around,
still lost, never found by you
So will you make me new?
Will you take what's left of me?
I guarantee that it won't
be a fair trade
Would You set me free
From what's keeping me afraid
I know I've prayed it all before
But I'm back on the altar
Maybe last year
I'd have made empty promises
Maybe last month
I'd have tried to pull strings
But I don't have one single chip
left to bargain with
The only thing left is me
Needing you to make me new
Will you take what's left of me?
I guarantee that it won't
be a fair trade
Will You set me free
from what's keeping me afraid?
I know I've prayed it all before,
but I'm back on the al
tar
You