i see my faith before me it s always there before and i can no more own it than i can own the road that i m on and i don t know where it leads me i don t know where it leads me peace and resurrection suffering and dejection i don t know my body s tired from trying to bring you here my brow is furrowed trying to see things clear so i ll turn my back to the black and fall and wait for the mystery to rise up and meet me there are as many takers as there are hearts to take it there are so many fakers i myself have faked it i should know sometimes this has left me groping in the darkness hoping in the darkness i will run into you again my body s tired from trying to bring you here my brow is furrowed trying to see things clear so i ll turn my back to the black and fall and wait for the mystery to rise up and meet me my body s tired from trying to bring you here my brow is furrowed trying to see things clear so i ll turn my back to the black and fall pray for the mystery to rise up and meet me oh i ll wait for your mystery to rise up and lead me home