Me of little faith

You say you’re looking, looking for a better place
And you’re wondering, wondering how you know this face
We’ll, a lot of time has passed
And I would guess I’m not the last
It’s just me, oh me of little faith

You say you’re tired, tired of the way things are
And your longings never seem to get you far
There are men who understand
And will want to take you by the hand
And there’s me, oh me of little faith

They say happy is the man who wills his way
And happy is the man who has his say
Happy is the man who knows no yesterday

When you’re walking, walking on the edge of fear
Do you ever, ever want to disappear?
When the questions tend to blur
He’s a man of God, I’m sure
Then there’s me, oh me of little faith

Happy is the man who sees your eyes
And happy is the man who knows no lies
Happy is the man who can live with your disguise

So you’re still looking, looking for a shining star
A superhero to drive you in a fancy car
One who never wonders why
We both know I’m not that guy
I’m just me, oh me of little faith


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