Truth starts with a capital T...
Makes up the rules...
Doesn't ask me?

What if truths I throw His way
Don't affect Truth with a capital T...
At the end of the road, the end of the day...
When Truth has His say?

Oh me.
Oh miserable me.

What if at the end of the road, at the end of the day,
Truth stands to ask what I've done...
My opinions don't count, with no other Way,
Oh won't that be fun at the end of my run?

Oh what will I say?
Oh what will I say?

What if I see Truth has a capital T,
If I listen to Truth to let it change me?
If at the end of the road, stands Truth as I've said,
Aligned with the Truth, I'll have nothing to dread.