Oh lord how I've tried to live for the truth   Though I've rarely strayed, I have strayed from you   I've done bad things and I've been depressed   But I'm not coming home because I never left      So I sing this praise to a higher unknown   And ask that you love me as you'd love a son   I've done bad things with what I've been blessed   I'm not coming home because I never left      Show mercy on me when I am worn down   And I'll bathe the feet of those who surround   Please grant me sleep or some kind of rest   When I'm worn down...      I've shown my disdain for your mistreated words   I've turned a deaf ear, but with the other I've heard   Though I've done things that are best left unsaid   I'm not coming home because I never left