The night is short As the day is long Coming home from work Under a dying sun Yea I got a job not one but two Just trying to make a living Bring it home to you
Where is your savior He ain't in the clouds He ain't on vacation He's coming home now
He got pain in his pockets Just like his daddy do Got no money for the market For me and you So Mama gotta work She got her head on strong She's always undercover Right or wrong
Where is your savior She ain't in the clouds She ain't in the heavens She ain't making you proud
She wipes away the tears Just like she always do You might not understand it But it's all for you
When the morning comes Like the morning dew Wash it all away sun Let your light shine through Oh how the morning comes Like the morning do Today's a new day son Let your light shine through
Poke it with a stick See if the body moves Oh there ain't nothing left For the soul to use Will it go down to heaven Or up to hell Or will it wallow in the dirt No one can tell
Where is your savior He fell off the sacred cow He pissed off damnation He kicked it in the mouth
There's devils on the surface They ain't in the ground There is salvation It's here and now
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #17893335 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM