Well, I’m done fighting for the secondhand,
And I’m done living in the walls of what I’ve done wrong.
Wake up, wake up!
The Son is rising!
Well, I’m done with excuses and petty games,
And I can’t keep running in circles for the prize.
I’m done fighting for the secondhand,
but I know it’s easy just to let the world pass you by.
Wake up, wake up!
The Son is rising!
Our time is short here and so it seems
That we all are blindly looking for the same thing.
I won’t claim to have this figured out,
But I know the Son’s risen higher than all my flaws.
