Out on these Texas plains you can see for a
Did not catch her name
Did not catch her tears
Nobody has as many lives as I do
But I lose
I don't see what You see in me,
I'm just flesh
The image of God invisible, the first born of all
So I’m walking down the street somewhere outside of San
I tried to know
Every mystery
Soon realized, no
It was too much
Before there was time
There were visions in Your mind
There was
The rain in Bombay fall on the righteous and the
I am a bus driver
and it's four in the morning
And
So you're gone but I know you're not so far
We are called out; we are ransomed
We are not of
Thank God I’m back in my car
And driving home,
Oh, my soul, sometimes we don't know what to do
We
When I'm cold and alone
All I want is my freedom
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