I've been wondering lately, about what I'm doing here
Through all the pills and coffee, I can swear I'm thinking clear
Oh, if this is where I'm supposed to be God, you can rest your case
Until I find the answer, I'm a prisoner in this place
Oh my God, oh my God, what do you have in store for me?
Is it the living or the dying, that will someday set me free?
Here I am, here I am, I can bend my knees no more
They say the Devil's in the details, but I'd swear he's at my door
I was so much younger, and my father said to me
You have to make your way in life or you'll end up just like me
So I watched him work away his love and his passion for this place
Oh, tell me lord, is that your way, of showing people grace?
Oh my God, oh my God, what do you have in store for me?
Is it the living or the dying, that will someday set me free?
Here I am, here I am, I can bend my knees no more
They say the Devil's in the details, but I'd swear he's at my door
Broken gravestones in the churchyard, where the pastor says his prayers
Knowing all to well that someday, he'll be buried under there
So before I go you all should know I'm prepared to pay my dues
If my debts to big for heavens gates, I'll do what I have to do
Oh my God, oh my God, what do you have in store for me?
Is it the living or the dying, that will someday set me free?
Here I am, here I am, I can bend my knees no more
They say the Devil's in the details, but I'd swear he's at my door
Oh my God, oh my God, what do you have in store for me?
Is it the living or the dying, that will someday set me free?
Here I am, here I am, I can bend my knees no more
They say the Devil's in the details, but I'd swear he's at my door
Oh my God, oh my God, what do you have in store for me?
Is it the living or the dying, that will someday set me free?
Here I am, here I am, I can bend my knees no more
They say the Devil's in the details, but I'd swear he's at my door
