I can hear em’ through my floorboards now
telling’ me I’M everything I’ve hated—hated
let’s be real, you know you’re just faker—faking
deep inside, He sees inside, that’s why He hides his face—FACE IT!
if He cared, He’d be providing’ grace--CHASE HIM?!
why? when all you’re gonna do is fall?—JADED
WALLS, talking’ like they got a pulse
while they follow me thru halls -- STALKERS
like i have this ghost--AWKWARD
like i’m out to lunch counting’ all the times dropped the ball
searching’ for that fountain, fouled up and he found(fount) me on the floor
dumping’ doubt upon nostalgia like, “you been down here before.”
By now you know that’s it’s over, there’s now going back for more
You done stacked up stacks of accidents and taxed Him--gone
Seas of His forgetfulness have washed up on the shore
And they’ve tossed you on the boards, acting like He’s keeping score
acting like He’s keeping score

I MEAN WHAT’S GOING ON?
I FEEL I’M ONLY HOLDING ON
AND THERE’S NO WAY TO CONTROL IT ALL
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO, NO
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO

This is more than I know put my needle to this vinyl
Hear my vitals, beat my heart at the arrival now
This is what the surface says—my life is picture perfect
perfect pictures don’t exist, they all get twisted in my curtains
and I know the show must go on I’m writing down my sins
then I wipe my tears away with the same napkins that I wrote
So much pride inside of me, my time needs cosmetology
that means I need to make that up for the fruits of my idolatry
Yellow taxi cab, I’m trying to run away
My doctor needs no patients, my band-aids are like maxi pads
fail to be a father, and a husband, and a leader, I can’t front
I want it all, but I just wanted to be even
Though the odds are against me, they leave their two cents on floors
I’m picking up every penny hoping I never come short
My short comings irrelevant, I’m more than pleasantly dream(ing)
Cuz after that story, the mirror looks at a fiend.

I MEAN WHAT’S GOING ON?
I FEEL I’M ONLY HOLDING ON
AND THERE’S NO WAY TO CONTROL IT ALL
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO, NO
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO

Somebody called that bluff-show his hand
Whose that fiend behind the curtain--oh it’s him
It’s like it’s always him playing’ with these puppet strings
preaching’ we ain’t nothing but just Mumford--no Sons of His in here
didn’t He die to bring us comfort?
Wonderful Warrior , Truth’ll cut the tongue from those hysterics
I know he’s cunning and them floor boards talk
before you go and break another mirror--stop
look at His wounds and at that tomb and what He proved with it
where’s the prosecution? Vamoose with it.
trapped inside His luminance, still wrapped inside this humanness
Indeed, with cuts from this disease that still sting--brutal
and we fumble but we’re still on the grind
call us Logan, He put steel in the spine
when we hear those walls talk we sing melodies to herald Him
remembering His Story and His shield with His rod

I MEAN WHAT’S GOING ON?
I FEEL I’M ONLY HOLDING ON
AND THERE’S NO WAY TO CONTROL IT ALL
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO, NO
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO