Finding therapy in all these sonnets Chewing on the leash that holds my spirit tight Dig up all the bones and build a body I phone home but nobody's there Lying underneath the stars intoxicated Who am I to speak about the finish line? Listen for the moment through the static I hold on like somebody's there God's in the details, you know? Rome wasn't built for the likes of you I'll pray for seasons of hope Oh my... oh my... Heart's at the end of the rope Tied to a feeling that I once knew I'll pray for seasons of hope Oh my... oh my... Showed up to my funeral excited Peeking through the trees like I'm a secret, I Barely knew these people they've invited I'll float home; will ya meet me there? If these walls could talk they'd read a dissertation On who I tried to be and who I really was Ain't it kinda funny the game we're playing? I'll pass go and leave ya here God's in the details, you know? Rome wasn't built for the likes of you I'll pray for seasons of hope Oh my... oh my... Hearts at the end of the rope Tied to a feeling that I once knew I'll pray for seasons of hope Oh my... oh my... Pull up a chair and wont you stay awhile? Seems I lost my smile I tried to be strong I tried to be strong Drank from the fountain til the well ran dry Seems I lost my smile I tried to be strong I tried to be strong