The Balancing Act - Cool Hand Luke

I’ve got to climb to the top

Never stop, until I reach it

Until I feel that I’m good

And that I’m in control

Of life and my thought

When I’m not, I still preach it

Because they’re all going to see

If I start to fall or lose control

I’m losing control… of this

I’ve been balancing on suspended pianos

And trying to appear composed

It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash

With eyes on me, I force a laugh

You come to me and set me free

I cross arms across my chest

This is not a gift I can accept

But I appreciate the sentiment

I’ve worked too hard for rightousness

To just lay down while you hand me this

And put my faith in something you call grace… from you

I’ve been lost inside a cave without a lantern

At every sound I start to run

I feel my way around the dark without a pattern

If I would wait you’d come

To rescue me and show the way

I cross arms across my chest

This is not a gift I can accept

But I appreciate the sentiment

I’ve worked too hard for rightousness

To just lay down while you hand me this

And put my faith in something you call grace… from you

I’ve been trying to learn what is from you

Because I’ve been trying to earn what is freely given

Every sound that you

Try to just refuse

Does it give and take?

Keeps it in my face

And tell me that this blood

Was shed in vain