Stumble in the door, a quarter past three
Drink a little more but it’s not what I need
Aching in my head, guilty in my chest
And this ain’t who I wanna be
I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was her son
I run from the father, end up working harder
To do what’s already been done
Lord help me let go, wash over my soul
Maybe I ain’t supposed to keep my head above the water
Been 80 miles an hour, seven days a week
Living off of Folgers and these Earthwood strings
The band needs paid, so the bills will have to wait
I could use a dollar and a little more faith
I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was her son
I run from the father, end up working harder
To do what’s already been done
Lord help me let go, wash over my soul
Maybe I ain’t supposed to keep my head above the water
Ohh
If you’re listening, I’m giving in
I’ll lay my guard down
If you’ll let me I’m ready to drown
And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir
And told me that I was her son
I run from the father, end up working harder
To do what’s already been done
Lord help me let go, wash over my soul
Lord help me let go, wash over my soul
Maybe I ain’t supposed to keep my head above the water