The grass looked greener on the other side
   So I tried to snatch myself from Your hand
   Caught a boat to anywhere but Ninevah
   And, well, you know, I got spit back on dry land
  
   Give me purit and give me confidence
   But oh no, not yet
   Like a coin hiding in the corner
   Trying not to be swept
   I was trying not to be swept
  
   Kicking aginst these goals
   Sure did cut up my feet
   And didn't Your hands get bloody
   As You washed them clean
   And You washed them clean
  
   Here I am again back where I began
   Try as I may I can't get away from You
   And all these roads that lead me to roam
   Bring me back home
   Here I am again back where I began
  
   So you have yourself your ninety-nine
   Isn't that enough for You
   Still You followed me into the shadowed valley
   Carried me on Your shoulders too
  
   I've done the work of Sisyphus
   Thinking that I could get over this hill
   But the one thing I can't get over now
   Is the force of Your will