I'm Peter van der I'm 68 old I some questions have increased In 42 years of being a I'm at the end of my I'm not sure if I'm gonna I often don't what to say When I to Him, when I pray In reply I Only silence, no waited in vain for a little advice from that great voice in skies
I was revolutionary A mercenary A student in God's hands Now I'm old and of his demands I tried to be and good Did my job the best I But I always stayed that man in the spot where I began During the grieve with which dealt Spent three decades I've felt The I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, why I know God left this place, long time ago
I'll give him to my Things I have myself but cherish And love and charity Mostly purpose what sets you free So I'm the metaphores Are not anymore I think I'm almost with my search Got old so fast even in my But feels as if I'm out Some sort of secret The of live sometimes Can't fail to notice these are types
I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, why I know God this place, long long time ago
And time has made me at one thing And horrible at everything The blessings of a world Were always elsewhere and mine Oh, I would like to hold Briefly maybe some fun My body's designed So I'm not really the hugging Not once has been Someone a softer skin Who reached out for me in the of the night my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I I've been miscast And the of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not After 42 years of being a The church is like a Thing out of like a vision She glimmers in the which I could never quite get Now i'm stuck here with my
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago seen enough, that's why I know God this place, long long time ago
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God left place, long long time ago
It's my portion, my cup... It's my portion, my cup...