The right track is hard,
it's long and narrow.
But the reward at the end,
is sweeter than the song
of a flightly little sparrow.

I've done my fair share of side tracks and u-turns,
and every time that I've gone wrong,
I got a few scrapes, bruises
broken bones, and plenty of burns.

How many times have I looked back,
and stumbled going forward?
Well, too many times to count, that's for sure
and no 'mount of prayers and repentance
can ever make me pure.

So Lord above,
that watches us from above the skies,
Here this poor boy's prayer's
a gruff little man,
crying in disguise.

I want to be on the right track,
I don't want to look back any more,
let me feel the wind,
open the windows,
unlock the door.

Give me back my life,
away from pain and misery,
Lord give me ears to hear,
and eyes
that see.