Left Undone-Jars Of Clay
I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs
Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run
I thought that everything would turn out right,
now look what I’ve become
A man I wouldn’t have respect for
if I’d met me when I was young
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
Trace the roots of old cathedrals
just to see where they’d go
A maze of tributaries feeding
where the rivers would never flow
Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun
I thought that everything would turn out right
but look what I’ve become
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
All I’ve done and left undone
I will leave this firing line, I have nothing to rewind
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking
all I’ve done and left undone
All I’ve done and left undone,
all I’ve done and left undone