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