Oh Lord my nose has already been broke
Oh Lord my house has already been robbed
So whatâs the matter with you
Whatâs the matter with you
Who made you God?
Oh love my days are already a joke
Oh my love Iâm just about ready to talk all about
Whatâs the matter with me
Whatâs the matter with me
Itâs you
When I said, itâs almost impossible not to believe in a war
I meant, itâs almost impossible just to believe in you
You you you
Itâs almost impossible not to be sold anymore
Oh Lord Iâd bow to the lady with sanity clouds up above
My love letâs hold onto hope and let go of the hurt
And whatâs the matter with me
No matter whatâs the matter with me
I still need you
Itâs almost impossible not to be sold anymore.
And Iâll take the winding road
Why must we take the winding road, the road
I donât say itâs over.
For you, for you
Oh Lord my nose has already been broke