lyrics
Come clothed with hands clean and wash the dirt off of your feet.
You’ve got to know your place here; we come with eyes but deafened ears,
And dare not leave through a different gate,
For our minds are blank and our hearts unchanged.
We’ve sung this song before, even on our own,
We keep it locked behind the door.
I am not the one who can bring you to the altar.
I am not the one who can free you from your faltering heart,
O, your faltering heart cries out.
Lay down your burdens, son, you need them not, the deed’s been done.
Take heed upon this path, the smoothen roads they will not last.
March forth at a steady pace with a mind that’s blank and a heart unchanged.
We’ve sung this song before, even on our own,
We keep it locked behind the door.
I am not the one who can bring you to the altar.
I am not the one who can free you from your faltering heart,
O, your faltering heart cries out.
credits
from
The Western Den,
released August 16, 2013
Written by The Western Den
Produced/Engineered/Mixed by Matt Hogan
Vocals ∙ Chris West, Deni Hlavinka, and Alec Alabado
Piano ∙ Deni Hlavinka
Guitar ∙ Chris West
Trumpet ∙ Alec Alabado
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