I know a place where you can rest and grow
   when the tide is over and moving
   i am a believer and i'm needing to know
   for i left this town and made it my own
   son we gather sorrow here
   you can
  
   born out of order and unable to grow
   leave my weakened knees, my weakened knees behind you
   all out of longing and recanting he knows
   he won't be wrong, he won't be wrong again
   soon there will be fighting here
   i know
  
   so spend up
   we could be holy
   but these sins won't ever let me go now
   and hold on
   been slipping up lately
   but these sins keep leaping up behind
   leaping up behind
  
   keep on your walking
   don't need his wining hands
   i've got my cellphone and the tv news doesn't help me stand
  
   i know a place where you can return to grow
   when the tide is under you and breaking
   i am a believer and i'm needing to know
   'fore i leave, leave this town again
   son, now bring your fortunes here
   we'll rise
  
   so spend up
   we could be holy
   but these sins won't ever let me go now
   and hold on
   been slipping up lately
   but these sins keep leaping up behind
   leaping up behind .. keep on your walking