If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run Someone must control your mind you're the one dark confusion's what you find when you run. I don't want to waste your time but I'm talking to you like a son Tomorrow might be just another day to run Walking down the road of life looking for direction sometimes my mind gets so mixed up I can't tell lust from affection Gonna stop in to a roadside church and get my mind a rest and Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process Pretty ladies stand in line waiting for inspection ragged old men drinking wine trying to drown rejection I've been wasting too much time, I'm going to lose my mind unless, Lord Jesus You help me get my soul together in the process I see Tony Jr. fill up his arm with dope and dream about a valley but he lives in an alley filled with papers thrown away -- Lord tell me He's long on dreams and short on hope and sometimes he goes to rallies and stops by to see Sally just to pass the time away Lord tell me Tony tell me why do you want to get high enough to die.
