Yours been the one keepin' me alive.

Track 2:

Waking Up in the Living Room

I don’t feel at home in; my own skin A stranger in his own home; out roamin’ Can’t sleep lately; my bones are groanin’ I let the cold in when I left the door open

Cuz an open mind was how I tried – to live But when you just take in, man, something’s gotta give Hold up – slow it down You’re grown up – you got this now

I wish that were true I wish I could prove The things that I believe And I can follow through. I’ve prayed cliffhangers And mourned my neighbors And hoped that the kindom Somehow grew, but

I grew up hearing God was on my side And only recently came to realize That means God’s enemies look a lot like mine So when it comes to God’s loyalties, who really decides?

Maybe, God, I’m asking all the wrong questions That’s what adults say when they start to feel tested But I learned interrogation is an excellent method Of cutting through the words to get to the message

So when you say do justice, I wanna go do When you say love mercy, I don’t care for whom When I try to walk humbly Especially when I’m stumbling I don’t wanna recognize myself by the time I’m through.

I just wanna know you and not be afraid To cut the black and white and live in the Grey

(Hook:

Kinda snowy in the backhills of my mind Kinda snowy in the forefront, too Gettin’ colder as I try to find Gettin’ colder as I search for you,

Kinda snowy in the backhills of my mind Kinda snowy in the forefront, too Gettin’ sick as I’m lookin’ for any sign Any sign pointin’ me toward some truth.)

Not sick enough to be sick Not well enough to be well Not smart enough to make it stick Not me enough to be myself

Look, I’m doing a bad job explaining It’s my words and then some I have trouble arranging I’m no longer afraid that something else has replaced me I’ve come to terms thinking that I might be the changeling

But I’d rather be the subject myself Of Capgras delusion than somebody else History shows we don’t treat imposters well, As for America’s God, only time will tell

Cuz I don’t think that the stars and stripes Make for a good picture of the divine Hand over your heart, always blessing the right Always respect the flag and fly it up high

Only Banner I know gets angry and green Evangelicals’ God is more orange and mean I hate to be the one crashin’ the scene But keep Jesus out ya mouth defending DJT

Don’t talk to me about split allegiance No wonder trust is part and parcel to treason I think I’d know an abusive God when I see one And what I know of you I didn’t think that you’d be one

So you gotta be different Though I don’t know how Guess I’m trusting the mystery even more now And I know black and white is bad, but all this supposed grey is choking me out Man it’s choking us out God, it’s choking ‘em out.

(Hook)

I don’t think the voice in the desert was very civil It was policed and silenced and labeled as causing trouble Cuz it’s easier to quiet the voices made to be subtle So I try to stay humble, but don’t mind burstin’ bubbles Don’t you know that’s what prophets do And if I get kicked out of the fam, man that’s prophet shit, too.

Cuz I’m to the point I don’t know where I am Say In God We Trust, but deal with tight hands And say, “Dang, Kevin, this got political fast,” Am I the only one who feels stranger in this land?

So God, I don’t know what’s promised, I’m not angry at you I’m mad at everything else myself included So come quick as you can if that’s in your plan And in the childrens’ lungs put your divine tune.

I AIN’T GOT TIIIIIIIIIIIIME