The Truth

I've been putting on and putting off too many people
And I'm getting old to live
Like an injured man, ailments and unfilled prescriptions
Like the nose on my face

Like a broken boat, a safety raft and a love for the water
Well I just can't decide
To sink or swim, it's me or them, should I save myself
Or go back for the others

Because maybe there's no gray
And I was wrong to tell 'em so
And then maybe all that I've to do
Was done a long time ago

Because there was life before my life
There was provision before my need
There was redemption before my sin
For the sake of the world I thank the lord
That the truth's not contingent on me

Because I've been dressing up
And dressing down for too many people
And I'm a little young to live
Like a troubled boy, a troubled soul, a fish out of water
Because we're all just the same

We're all just as good, and just as bad and just as distracted
By the corners of our eyes
As our fathers were, and theirs before and all those before them
And still I glance around

And with the way I stare you'd think
I'd seen through a two-by-four
And with the way I walk you'd think
I'd never seen grace before

Because there was life before my life
There was provision before my need
There was redemption before my sin
For the sake of the world I thank the lord
That the truth's not contingent on me

But I've been putting up, putting down too many things
That I know nothing about
But I'm jealous of holding pride as tight as I can
Like she was my only daughter

Because there was life before my life
There was provision before my need
There was redemption before my sin
For the sake of the world I thank the lord
That the truth's not contingent on me

'Cause the truth's not contingent on me