let s scratch away the sand stuck in your ears water all the crops with showers of tears tell all those baby s mothers they don t need no fear because god s got their hearts in his hands we will ask all the painters if they dress in white to walk around the streets in the dead of the night dance like guests at a wedding underneath the lights look at the buildings and say i touched that we always want to brag chorus hold me underneath the water until the old me dies and slips out of this body and make me new again maybe i am the writer that will spark the flame that makes the world believe in the right kind of faith but perhaps i need to get these feet offstage and find a smaller pair of shoes to fill what i know is that i am my father s only son who said there will be time for sleep when the work is done keep your pedal to the floor until the race is won what if the race is not a race at all don t you crash into a tree chorus he spoke his words to me like well driven nails they sank like wind to rain to my rusty sails the sailor s hands to flight and hung in the sky below a celebration that land was in sight my heart puffs with pride as i am defined the center of this room filled with all your eyes leading me to believe that i am so fresh and revised but god i am nothing if i don t have you i met my brother in a hallway said he loved jesus i said i think i do too chorus