I should not have hid where my heart can't follow, 'cause this grace gets so far and too hard to swallow. I've been running from Saul, he's been giving chase; when I look in his eyes, all I see is my face.
You're still on my back after all these years, chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers. I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor, or how you can breathe with your hands on boards.
I just want to be not what I am today, I just want to be better than my friends might say, I just want a small part in your passions play.
Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong? Do you hear these here words while I sing this song? Are you caught up in me like I heard you say, or just some big cashier that I'll have to pay?
'Just want to be not what I am today, I just want to be better than my friends might say, I just want a small part in your passions play.