Well, Iâm feeling kind of low, I got the take-out dinner blues,
and the river that brought me hereâs gone dry.
What it was I came here for, ainât what I got,
I want to walk on water, but I canât even crawl.
Could be my own fault, if there is an accused at all.
Guilt is coming home wearing a face Iâve never seen before.
I donât want to run, I ainât got the faith to stand,
but this heart of mine wonât leave me alone.
Oh God, wonât you just leave me alone.
Oh, no, no, no, please donât leave me here alone. Oh God, wonât you just leave me alone.
Oh, no, no, no.
Well Iâm feeling kind of low, restore my soul.
Hear my petition, I got no place left to go.
I donât feel the green pastures, I donât see no quiet waters,
and Iâm walking through the valley âcause my vision is old.
And it may be my own fault, if there is an accused at all.
Guilt is coming home wearing a face Iâve never seen before.
I know there comes a time to finalize
and to dedicate your spirit or lose it all.
Well now hey, hey, hey, Iâm here calling out for grace.
Oh, God, donât leave me here alone.
Oh God, wonât you just leave me alone.
Oh, no, no, please donât leave me here alone.
Oh God, wont you just leave me alone.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.