At twenty years of age
I'm still looking
For a dream
A war's already waged
For my destiny
But You've already won
The battle
And You've got
Great plans for me
Though I can't always see
'Cause I got a couple dents
In my fender
Got a couple rips
In my jeans
Try to fit
The pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders
I can see
I'm free to be me
When I was just a girl
I thought I had it
Figured out
See my life
Would turn out right
And I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always
Come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
Woah oh
'Cause I got a couple dents
In my fender
Got a couple rips
In my jeans
Try to fit
The pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders
I can see
I'm free to be me
And you're free to be you
Sometimes I believe
That I can do anything
Yet other times I think
I've got nothing good
To bring
But You look at my heart
And You tell me
That I've got all You seek
Oh
And it's easy to believe
Even though
I got a couple dents
In my fender
Got a couple rips
In my jeans
Try to fit
The pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders
I can see
I got a couple dents
In my fender
Got a couple rips
In my jeans
Try to fit
The pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders
I can see
I'm free to be me
And you're free to be you