Close My Eyes
Monday morning waking up, peppermint tea in a paper cup
Brush my teeth then check my tongue
Before I leave I give my dogs a hug.
Hit the road listen to Cher, I "Believe" but life ain't fair
Fifteen minutes I'm almost there, fifteen more just to fix my hair.
I'm late, here comes the boss, in his two piece suit he bought from Ross.
"Look here buddy. It ain't funny, acting like that gon' cost you money"
Oh well... it's okay, cause I ain't have much in the first place.
I ain't rich but I ain't poor and Jesus said that I don't need more.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
Brush my teeth then check my tongue
Before I leave I give my dogs a hug.
Hit the road listen to Cher, I "Believe" but life ain't fair
Fifteen minutes I'm almost there, fifteen more just to fix my hair.
I'm late, here comes the boss, in his two piece suit he bought from Ross.
"Look here buddy. It ain't funny, acting like that gon' cost you money"
Oh well... it's okay, cause I ain't have much in the first place.
I ain't rich but I ain't poor and Jesus said that I don't need more.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I throw my hands up to the sky, close my eyes and start to cry.
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
I got tired of asking "why?"
Spread my wings and start to fly
Holy, Holy, Holy show me where I'm going.
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Writer(s): Nathan Paredes
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