I should not have hid where my heart can't follow,   'cause this grace gets so far and too hard to swallow.   I've been running from Saul, he's been giving chase;   when I look in his eyes, all I see is my face.      You're still on my back after all these years,   chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers.   I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor,   or how you can breathe with your hands on boards.      I just want to be not what I am today,   I just want to be better than my friends might say,   I just want a small part in your passions play.      Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong?   Do you hear these here words while I sing this song?   Are you caught up in me like I heard you say,   or just some big cashier that I'll have to pay?      'Just want to be not what I am today,   I just want to be better than my friends might say,   I just want a small part in your passions play.