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Lyrics:
I collect myself off the floor where I find
I was dreaming of life, and now I’m ready to climb
I don’t know where I am
‘till I’ve been anywhere else
I lace up my boots and head out of the door
I’m not ready to face all that I’ve faced before
But I’m learning to love and I’m learning kneel
For each step that I take I am bruising my heel
Out of time
In my mind
I realized
I have myself to blame
One more drink
One more week
I can’t keep on running from
Who I was made to be
I slow down to read from the greatest of tombs
It tells me of one who’s already atoned
For the sin of the world, what does that even mean?
But I can’t run away ‘cause I know what I’ve seen
How my father and mother bought my soul to life
Now I try to do the same with my daughter and wife
But our love isn’t as deep as the ocean of grace
That we will someday see when we come face to face
With the maker of love, life and soul
The three greatest of gifts that man can know
It’s the truth so real it will burn you alive
It’s a blossoming flower and a old grandfather clock
Out of time
In my mind
I realized
I have myself to blame
One more drink
One more week
I can’t keep on running
Out of time
In my mind
I realized
I have myself to blame
One more drink
One more week
I can’t keep on running from
Who I was made to be
I find myself in my own universe
The one created by my sense of self worth
Where the songs that I write have the mass of stars
And they’re pulling me forwards and healing my scars
I know that I’m loved in the deepest of new
All the work that’s been done I can’t simple undue
From the blood that’s been spilled I drink my fill
And worship the God who died on that hill
Out of time
In His mind
He realized
He had himself to blame
One more drink
One more week
He didn’t keep on running
Out of time
In my mind
I realized
I have myself to blame
One more drink
One more week
I can’t keep on running from
Who I was made to be
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ANTHNY DIARY ENTRY 1 [Provident]
