Nineteen Wheels - Good Enough
(R.J. Johnson/Johnston)
yesterday I felt my earth shaking
I caught a glimpse of all my heroes falling down
yesterday I felt my will breaking
crashed through the clouds at my feet down on the ground
help me find a place to stand
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and shame have fell
take my hand I feel my hold is slipping
and the rocks that fall speak their distance to the ground
help lay me down with grace
and still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and shame have fell
and left me with a hurting
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
look at my pain, look at my pain
look at my pain
I can call my name out to the wind
and try to push my plea on through
but how long can you call into the wind
when the wind is calling you
still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and all of the shame have fell
and left me with a hurting
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
sure nice way to look at my pain, sure nice way to look at my pain
sure nice way to look at my pain
yesterday I felt my earth shaking
I caught a glimpse of all my heroes falling down
yesterday I felt my will breaking
crashed through the clouds at my feet down on the ground
help me find a place to stand
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and shame have fell
take my hand I feel my hold is slipping
and the rocks that fall speak their distance to the ground
help lay me down with grace
and still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and shame have fell
and left me with a hurting
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
look at my pain, look at my pain
look at my pain
I can call my name out to the wind
and try to push my plea on through
but how long can you call into the wind
when the wind is calling you
still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
but I can't turn my head
on all that we became
all the lies and all of the shame have fell
and left me with a hurting
but still you call me an eyesore
and that's a sure nice way to look at my pain
sure nice way to look at my pain, sure nice way to look at my pain
sure nice way to look at my pain