Stumble in the door
Quarter past three
Drink a little more
But it's not what I need
Aching in my head
Guilty in my chest
And this ain't who I wanna be
I owe it to my mama Who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was a son
I run from the father
End up working harder To do what's already been done
Lord, help me let go Wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed To keep my head above the water
Been 80 miles an hour
Seven days a week
Living off of folders And these earthwood strings
The band needs paid So the bills will have to wait
I can use a dog And a little more faith
And I owe it to my mama Who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was a son
I run from the father
End up working harder To do
what's already been done
Lord, help me let go Wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed To keep my head above the water
If you're listening I'm giving in
I'll lay my guard down If you'll let me I'm ready to drown
And I owe it to my mama Who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was a son I run from the father
Lord, help me let go Wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed
To keep my head above
the water