Oh, in the morning
I stumble my way towards the mirror
And my makeup, it's light out, and I now
Face just what I'm made of
There's so much more left to do
But I'm not young, but I'm not through
Oh, in the evening
I stumble my way towards
Another daily struggle, its dark out, its time now
That I pick up my hustle
Make a call, make some cash
Make your mark, make it last
Tiny scores, tiny rooms
Lofty goals met too soon
Too soon
And here I stand a broken man
If I could I would raise my hands
I come before you humbly
If I could I'd be on my knees
Come and lay down your head upon my chest
Feel my heart beat, feel my unrest
If Jesus could only wash my feet
Then I'd get up strong, and muscle on
Oh, in the morning
I stumble my way towards the mirror
And my makeup, its light out, and I now
Face just what I'm made of
There's so much more left to do
Well I'm not young, but I'm not through
Tiny scores, tiny rooms
Lofty goals met too soon
Too soon
