Blinded
eyes, born of a heart of stone face the morning sun of another day.
Going down the
road
in a silent dance, wondering if there is a better way. The light
turns green and you move
along,
and follow the words of the same old song,the same old song.
Don't think too much about it. It's just another day. From 8 to 5
and then go home. It's just a
price you pay. You walk in through your front door with nothing
new to say. Nothing new to say.
Is that your dance? Is that your song, that you've been singing far
too long? You go to bed and
fill your head with dreams that don't come true. You'd like to start
all over again, but don't know
what to do. Wwhat to do?
Don't think too much about it. It's just another day. From 8 to 5
and then go home. It's just a
price you pay. Work unto the Lord. There is no other way. No other way.
They sing about a spotless lamb, who paid the price for you. He shed
his holy blood, so you can
start anew. He'll roll away the heavy stone, that's buried in
your heart. In your heart. Don't
think too much about it. It's just another day. From 8 to 5 and then
go home. It's just a price you
pay. Work unto the Lord. There is no other way. No other way. No
other way, 'Till Jesus comes.