Don't count me out
I'm not growing sprouts

I'm just sitting in the pool of people
Waiting on God to decide by turn of a needle

How is it determined
Who will go up and who will go down, who's about to be summoned

Maybe it's a bidding factor
Between God and the devil for that matter

Could it be odd or even, heads or tails
We are all choosing to prevail

We all think we know
I guess I better get my ducks in a row

Either way I'm a little scared
As the news makes me more aware