Crisis in the Slow Lane - The Xcerts

I still have your painting

It’s set on my wall

And is the man behind you

Screaming come on home?

Will you come home?

And if I only hurt you

Why sit in the winter cold

With me for company?

For I am just a black cloud

Don’t you know your God

Will let you down

And you still ask why

We all say

We are tired of feeling low

We tired being alone

Destroy a head

But not your own

But if we make it

To see morning coffee

Then I swear you’ll find answer

Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer

I can see your father

Painted in the sky

No there was not an artist

Not even a last goodbye

So he longs to hear the words

That will make you feel much better

Still what’s better is

The cross you lay upon will say

That i knew your God would let you down

We all say we are tired of feeling low

We tired being alone

Destroy a head

But your your own

But if we make it to see morning coffee

Then I swear you’ll find answer

Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer

We’ll find hope

There is a crisis in the slow lane

Are you figuring life out

You will miss the point

Of the question of where you are

Where you are

We all say we are tired of feeling low

We tired being alone

Destroy a head

But your your own

We all say we are tired of feeling low

We tired being alone

Destroy a head but your your own

But if we make it to see morning coffee

I swear you’ll find answer

Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer