i m at the end of myself i just dropped out of the running i don t recall when i last pulled the shades and said here comes the sun here comes the new day someone remind me again that joy might show up on occasion i m sitting here with my hands on my head and my eyes on the ground wondering if i ll be found by you will you make me new will you take what s left of me i guarantee that it won t be a fair trade will you set me free from what s keeping me afraid i know i ve prayed it all before but i m back on the altar i don t believe what they say about one foot in front of the other if my life was a map you d see every last step just circling around still lost never found by you so will you make me new will you take what s left of me i guarantee that it won t be a fair trade will you set me free from what s keeping me afraid i know i ve prayed it all before but i m back on the altar maybe last year i d have made empty promises maybe last month i have tried to pull strings but i don t have one single chip left to bargain with the only thing left is me needing you to make me new will you take what s left of me i guarantee that it won t be a fair trade will you set me free from what s keeping me afraid i know i ve prayed it all before but i m back on the altar