Psalm

Time keeps moving like a highway truck;
I'm parked on the shoulder with a broken clutch.
I've never used to struggle with keeping up,
till I was drowning in my sorrow with my backside up.

I'm losing touch; I'm desperate.
I need a miracle...need a miracle.

I walk in the shadow of my broken heart;
I know that I need you but I've grown too smart.
I've ten thousand reasons I don't give you time,
it'll only take one for you to change my mind.

But, I can't help but think:
that you have moved along, yeah, you've moved right on.
No oh ah...
ooohhhh...

Beneath the smiles and laughter I'm a mess of a catastrophe.
The nights I spend down on my knees just begging for sign.

I hope that you can see me now for everything I am.
An all-conflicted-joyless soul that's trapped inside a man.
Oh, I could see your reason for apathy,
because you don't need me,
not the way I need you.

Even still, I can't help but think I lost
a part of me that used to see a way into your heart.
Because I'm comfortable right here.
With my cup half full, I am comfortable.

I don't need a tragedy to shake my solid ground.
I don't need a fire sent to burn what good I've found.
I understand if you've had a change in plans,
because you don't need me; not the way I need you.

I suppose that I am partially to blame;
I made some vows that I can never break.
I won't be made a victim, not again.
I need you now to meet me where I am.

I'm losing touch; I'm desperate.
I need a miracle... need a miracle.