Spirit

I was walking down the highway to Damascus

When a light as bright as God did make me blind

In my pride, I carried on, crashing into every wall

I'm still waiting for the scales to leave my eyes

So I wandered to some far and foreign cities

I was looking for that El Dorado gold

But it was always the wrong place, I got tired of the chase

Thinking maybe we weren't made to fill the hole

Oh, praise Him

Praise Him

I don't know what else to do

I got nothing

I got nothing

But a spirit and the truth

So tell me when the world became so angry

Tell me why I followed in its ways

Are we just destined to become

Like all the places that we're from?

Is there still a little heaven in my veins?

So I've learned to bare my soul to my Creator

I have given up the hiding of the mess

'Cause that narrow road is hard, and every mile's way too far

To walk it all while being overdressed

Oh, praise Him

Praise Him

I don't know what else to do

I got nothing

I got nothing

But a spirit and the truth