Is it all downhill from here, admitting that I've been wrong?
All this time I've been hiding, feeling it will go away.
I'd been so cold with no hope in sight, and you were there to pick me up.

You've always been there to pick me up.

Beaten down, bruised, and broken, but we're not dead.


I feel my life slipping down roads I've never been.
Will you restore me? Will you restore me?


And no matter what i've gotten myself in; you never judge me, you always love me.
And no matter how deep i dig this grave you're always there to show me grace.


And no matter what i've gotten myself in; you never judge me, you always love me.
And no matter how deep i dig this grave you are there to show me grace.

Keep me in line. Keep me on track.
When i can't walk to the mountain top will you carry me?


I feel my life slipping down roads I've never been.
Will you restore me? Will you restore me?