NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THESE
THE WATER'S RUNNING OUT BUT THE GRASS IS GREEN
STUCK IN THE 'BURBS WITH THE XANAX TEENS AND ME
WHERE DO I BELONG'

I don't know what it is right now
I've got less faith than I have doubt
(But I want to believe)
O God, give grace to the young and brutal
We're uninspired, not un-useful
(I want to believe)
There is a way

NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THESE
THE WATER'S RUNNING OUT BUT THE GRASS IS GREEN
STUCK IN THE 'BURBS WITH THE XANAX TEENS AND ME
WHERE DO I BELONG'

NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THESE
SINKING IN THE SEA OF OUR APATHY
STUCK IN THE 'BURBS WITH THE XANAX TEENS AND ME
WHERE DO I BELONG'

God, shed your grace on the brutal
The faithful, the desperate, the wasteful
Where is the hope for the teenage loner'
We all dance 'til the music's over
Who do we believe'
Oh, save the bees. Is it World War 3'
I'll afford my car but not gasoline
Who do we believe'

God, give us grace to be brutally faithful
And make up for wasted time
God, give us grace to be brutally faithful
And make up for wasted

I'm right where I belong...