Faith

Hey Mister
Do you have a second to spare?
I've lost my way, I know where I'm going
But not how to get there

I've been written off, stranded
Spat on and abandoned
And I'll not walk off empty handed
From the place that I come from

And I'll put money on myself
And I'll take that book right off the shelf
I'll create some faith, though it's hard to make
In this Truman Show looking town

The leafy streets of good old Richmond town
Comfort me when I can't find peace
When I get too down

Now it's not my personality
To reach out for a helping hand
But I'm in need, and I see
It's the only way I'll ever sleep sound

And I'll put money on myself
And I'll take that book right off the shelf
I'll create some faith, though its hard to make
In this Truman Show looking town

And I'll put money on myself
And I'll take that book right off the shelf
I'll create some faith, though it's hard to make
In this Truman Show looking town

In this Truman Show looking town
And I ain't gonna let it get me down

Truman Town

And I'll put money on myself
And I'll take that book right off the shelf
I'll create some faith, though it's hard to make
In this Truman Show looking town

And I'll put money on myself
And I'll take that book right off the shelf
I'll create some faith, though it's hard to make
In this Truman Show looking town
In this Truman Show looking town



Credits
Writer(s): Seamus Mccorry
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