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