I'm a chemistry of flesh and water
Blood and guts
A savage disorder
I made the wrong move
Oh, what a bother
And ever since then, I been looking for my Father
When this darkness rolls in
I can't read my I.D.
And who knows when the sunrise will be?
Martin Luther said to one of his brothers
"Except for one instance, no one can die for another"
And the devil makes me fearful about my survival
One's gone before to ensure your arrival
Sometimes the darkness rolls in
And it just takes ahold of me
And who knows when the sunrise will be?
See, I feel like Barabbas with his sentence reversed
I got my handgun of conceit
But at least it's registered
And I checked out of my Best Western motel
I saw a man on a hill in place of my hell
And then the darkness rolls in
And chokes the life out of me
And who knows when the sunrise will be?
You can count on your charm or revel in your wealth
Improve your appearance or hope in your health
But houses of cards tumble, and reputations fail
Marriages crumble, and interest rates sale
And there are no more heroes, and there are no rules of thumb
Criminals are pardoned 'cos there's no place to put them
Babies are torn because nobody wants them
And whales, canonized by some government program
We're blind men, sad men, dreamers with wishes
Paralytics, lunatics and the back-street fringes
All find a place in Your home, at Your table
And You make them well 'cos You're willing and able
Still, in the darkness there's a candle you will see
And who knows when the sunrise will be?
