I got some simple words
Some quiet ones I heard yesterday
No revolution call, just a prayer song
Their invitations clear
Nothing to think too hard about
It's nearly fearless here so be gracious
Theres may be broken branches
Hard decisions and circumstances
Yeah I know, yeah I know
I will be on this ride
Until there is no more of it
So wheres the use in trying to be perfect
Oh when the waters clear
And I can drink my fill of it
Then I can let my will be broken
There may be calls of treason
Indignation and dammed good reasons
But I won't care, I won't be there
I got some simple words
Just got these simple words