Cross My Heart

Ain’t no such thing as a free ride
Ain’t no such thing as a piece of free advice
Not that I’ve seen
Not that I’ve seen
Ain’t no such thing as a good man
Just one that hasn’t let you down before
Not that I’ve seen
Not that I’ve seen
I cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
I, I, I Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
I cross my heart and hope to die
I, I, I Cross my heart till they cross my arms
Cross my heart till my breath is gone
Cross my heart till I cross beyond
Cross my heart till they cross my arms
You can die early
You get deified for it
It can make a real nice story
You can live long enough to get crucified
By the crowd throwing palms at your feet and crying glory
People are funny like that
We love to build things up just to tear 'em down
Probably 'cause control is the one thing in the world
That we know we’ll never have
And there’s no such thing as a righteous man
But there’s lots of men with righteousness in 'em
And if it’s righteously given then despite all the sin in their life
Like it or not it’s divine to forgive 'em
I’ve been the victim
I’ve been the perpetrator
I’ve been the plaintiff
And I’ve been the defendant
I’ve been the executioner, the judge, and the jury
And the angry mob threatening to carry out the sentence
I’ve been the hangman on deck
Tyin' the noose 'round my own neck
I’ve seen the rightfully accused making settlements
And I seen the undertaker taking all they measurements
I’ve seen the final resting place of your relatives
I’ve seen the epitaphs they etchin' for 'em everywhere
Just that first name, middle name, last name
Birthdate, death date and verses they never read
I’ve been Judas and John the beloved
I’ve been Simon Peter
Used Solomon’s judgment
I said I count it all loss like Paul
But I turned back for it like Lot’s wife lusted
I was on His mind when He formed the Earth
And I stayed behind when Gomorrah burned
Now I’m alive in this mortal form
No free rides so I drive 'til the morning comes
I cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
I, I, I Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
I, I, I Cross my heart till they cross my arms
Cross my heart till my breath is gone
Cross my heart till I cross beyond
Cross my heart till they cross my arms
Ain’t no such thing as a lost cause
We’re all living proof that a flower can bloom
When it’s lost in the mud
Call me naive but that’s what I believe
Call me naive but that’s all that I see
Call me naive but that won’t change a thing