Crisis in the Slow Lane

I still have your painting
It’s set on my wall
And is the man behind you
Screaming come on home?
Will you come home?
And if I only hurt you
Why sit in the winter cold
With me for company?
For I am just a black cloud
Don’t you know your God
Will let you down
And you still ask why
We all say
We are tired of feeling low
We tired being alone
Destroy a head
But not your own
But if we make it
To see morning coffee
Then I swear you’ll find answer
Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer
I can see your father
Painted in the sky
No there was not an artist
Not even a last goodbye
So he longs to hear the words
That will make you feel much better
Still what’s better is
The cross you lay upon will say
That i knew your God would let you down
We all say we are tired of feeling low
We tired being alone
Destroy a head
But your your own
But if we make it to see morning coffee
Then I swear you’ll find answer
Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer
We’ll find hope
There is a crisis in the slow lane
Are you figuring life out
You will miss the point
Of the question of where you are
Where you are
We all say we are tired of feeling low
We tired being alone
Destroy a head
But your your own
We all say we are tired of feeling low
We tired being alone
Destroy a head but your your own
But if we make it to see morning coffee
I swear you’ll find answer
Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer