I have a wife and together we live in a very small room
Yesterday she lost, her car broke down and now I ride a bicycle
You say, I told you so, you were much too young to get married
But I say, you're way too old and when did you stop living anyway?
As I ride my bike with my safety helmet on
And white tennis shoes they stare at me
But I see through new eyes
Or maybe you just don't remember
This place that I'm supposed to be
Is not the chair in front of a desk in front of a mirror
Can't you see that it's not here or there or anywhere
But in speaking distance with God
And where can you go that's too far?
Because I can worship Him anywhere

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