You're jugglin' on the yard to hell You're jugglin' on the yard to hell Your two hands can't hold While walking across a tightrope Sixty feet in the air and lookin' down You tell yourself you've got this on your own But freedom comes with givin' up control Just look up and lay it down And see him start to turn it all around You stand in front of a row of numbered doors Wondering which one is hiding what you're looking for You're caught up in doubt and asking why You've tried to find the answer on your own But trusting comes when you can let it go Just look up and lay it down And see him start to turn it all around Don't lose hope, he'll see you through Cause better days are coming for you, for you Just look up and lay it down, lay it down Don't lose hope, he'll see you through Cause better days are coming for you, for you Better days are coming