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 muscle on
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