I am a bus driver
and it's four in the morning
And
Thank God I’m back in my car
And driving home,
When I'm cold and alone
All I want is my freedom
You say you want a living sacrifice
Well I am a
I can see Jesus hanging on the cross
I can
Though I am small I've seen things far beyond these
Looking back at the road so far
The journey's left its
I mount up with waxen wings
High to reach the sun
And
So many miles behind, still I drive pedal down,
Off the
Well, I can't stop staring at myself;
My face reflected in
I think this place is swell,
There's much familiar here.
I get
There's tarnish on the Golden Rule
And I wanna jump from