[Verse 1] All of my days, they are coming to an end I am counting down the seconds And I can no longer pretend That I am completely content with where Im at [Verse 2] If I met You, I would burn my magazines Erase all my history, and say Im sorry And like a tree, Id burn my leaves And bare myself for all to see, and Youd call it beauty [Chorus] I am hoping that Youre running down the road to me Without Your shoes on [Verse 3] I am binding every part thats left of me To a tiny mustard seed, and it is growing So if my hands should start to bleed It means loves flowing out of me, lets start rejoicing! [Interlude] [Verse 4] I am roaming, and You are calling me back home I have never heard that call so strong before And though my feet walk very slow And there is death between my bones, Ill make it home! [Verse 5] Cause there are days, sometimes even weeks When I can say for sure I dont believe But the days are getting longer in between Maybe it would help me if wed meet [Instrumental Outro]
longer, rejoicing, mustard, binding, roaming