The closer I draw to the end of it all
The more I reflect on the is and the isn't
Humming along in the blaming of all
And my insistence on ignorance

Try my best to do the best that I can
Relying on works more often than not
Like I've said with what little time is left
It's best I put it in the hands of God

I know I'm no more than a foolish man
This flesh and bone being finite
You never know where a soul will go
Or at what time it arrives in the afterlife

A little bell keeps ringing in my head
Could I be wrong on what I think is right
And with that said I'll stick with the promise kept
And leave it all to Jesus Christ

In the undertow here I go
Constant battle inside of my mind
On a cold North wind this leaf is blown
Landing in an empty field most all of the time

To fill a need seems to be my only need
This hypocrite not yet caught
Through the came and went I know time's best spent
Giving all of these thoughts over to God