There's a young boy sitting at the top of the stairs
And he sees me dancing with the devil
He folds a beaten piece of paper
And drops it down afraid I'll answer
There's an old man staring into better parts of me
I'm at the table thinking bout a girl
He says a horse don't know if it's wearing blinders
Are you so sure that you're eyes are open
Wake up, wake up
I ain't here to just maintain
Or watch my life go through a pane
I want to know what they would say
The boy I was and the man I'm gonna be
I'd tell them everything
I'm at a win for words more than most anyone
But you make me
Wanna become, who I once was
A God fearing man