Stumble in the door
a quarter pass three
Drink a little more
but it's not what I need
Aching in my head
guilty in my chest
And this ain't who
I wanna be
I owe it to my mama
who raised me in the choir
and told me that I was her son
I run from the father
end up working harder
to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go
wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed
to keep my head
above the water
Been 80 miles an hour
seven days a week
Living off of Folgers
and these Earthwood strings
The band needs paying
so the bills will have to wait
I can use a dollar
and a lil' more faith
And I owe it to my mama
who raised me in the choir
and told me that I was her son
I run from the father
end up working harder
to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go
wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed
to keep my head
above the water
Whoa oh oh oh oh
If you're listening I'm giving in
And I lay my God down
If you'll let me
I'm ready to drown
And I owe it to my mama
who raised me in the choir
and told me that I was her son
I run from the father
end up working harder
to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go
wash over my soul
Lord help me let go
wash over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed
to keep my head
above the water
