If you’re wanting me to sort this out, then honey I will let you down. I know you want to think it’s all worked out, but there are places you don’t talk about and there are things you really need to see beyond the order of your city streets. Out on the edges where the shadows lift, something’s moving in the wilderness.
All of your bricks didn’t build it. None of your doubts ever break it. So you can talk all you want,
I think we’re all lost till we’ve walked in the wilderness.
You know the prophets and the madmen both hear a voice and call the desert home. They swear it’s gospel but you’ll never know. It’s only gossip till you go.
I’ve noticed how your garden grows and all the sweat you spend to keep it in such perfect rows. Did you miss the beauty blooming in the wild groves?
All of your bricks didn’t build it. None of your doubts ever break it. So you can talk all you want,
I think we’re all lost till we’ve walked in the wilderness.
I noticed how your garden grows, all laid out in perfect rows. I noticed how your garden grows.
All of your bricks didn’t build it. None of your doubts ever break it. So you can bow down all you want, if no one speaks back are you sure someone’s listening?
If you got quiet for a moment and finally put your faith where your mouth is, what are you afraid you will hear? I think we’re all lost till we’ve lived in the wilderness.
If you’re wanting me to sort this out, then honey I will let you down.
