I'm sick from all the noise
Convinced I've fallen out
Have I lost my voice?
Nothing to sing about
I've been at my house
All alone with my doubt
I'm jealous if I'm here
But I'll blank if I'm out
And if I get sad enough, manifest
Will God reach down and put hands on this?
Tell me: It's only just begun
So keep on singing, Son

Dear God
Sorry for the things I've done
Give me strength to carry
You've been at my house
Next to me on the couch
You've loved me when I'm here
You've loved me when I'm not
And if I have faith in this, manifest
I'm making noise with my voice again
Yelling: It's only just begun
So keep on singing on