Standing Outside A Southern Riot
There's a face that's just like mine
I used to wear it all the time
But I gave that up because I am no slave of a man
Sittin' in my bed I'm tryin'
Oh my God I think I'm dyin'
And my poor mother's crying
Confused and sad in the other room
Somebody tipped me off again
I used to think that I knew my friends
But it's not the same as putting away your pride
Laying in my yard and sleeping
Wondering what house I'm keeping
Knowing I can run but I can't hide
If there's a place I'm supposed to go
Then why do I know what you don't know
Does salvation only come for those who need it?
What's the point in being right?
Denying you have seen the light
To wreck their faith because you don't believe it?
It's funny how people pay for answers
Are kinder in the face of cancer
And change when they feel nothing ever will
Standing outside a southern riot
On a street where it's still quiet
Virginia I just had to try it, so don't you beat me home
Somebody hit me off again
I used to think I knew my friends
But I feel the weight of never coming through
Oh my God I think I'm dyin'
In the backseat realizing
I could never feel the way you do
If there's a place I'm supposed to be
A reason I don't feel like me
A purpose and a gift and a receiver
There was a day that I was sure
That I was meant for so much more
And now I wonder if I'm a believer
Satellite in the great unknown
I don't wanna know if we're not alone
I don't want to yield to anything but Jesus
The facts against your fading faith
They're in my head and in my face
And yelling out of love, "Oh please believe us"