Art of Hope

It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over now
It's over
It's over now
It's over
Oh, what I would do if I could change time back
Change my acts instead of change my facts
What if it was a month I woulda gave y'all back
Instead of finding new ways I can give y'all tax
If we celebrated faith like we celebrate gold
Sold out souls over sold out shows
Some are in the field I think I lost my goals
Who is that man in the mirror? Really I don't know
What if I told the truth about my doubts
I been mad at God since my dad stepped out
How you not the man of God I'm made to be
God saves sinners, oh, did He save me?
Traded so far I'm a mess though (far I'm a mess though)
A far-out mess though (far-out mess though)
Oh God, I'm a wreck though
But can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
If you ain't never left off
Can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
Can we pick up where we left off?
If you ain't never left off
Then maybe it's not over
If you ain't never left off
Be Thou my vision, Oh Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best thought, by day, by night
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence, my light