Marjorie sits by the shore of the lake
Unaware as the sun fades to West
Holding a letter she's read seven times
But could not comprehend what it says
Oh, it's spun out of control
And everybody knows what you're just finding out
And please, what else could they need?
You've given everything
It never was enough
Oh, Marjorie
What are you gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
It's up to you
Marjorie plays solitaire on the phone
As she sits 'neath the porch in the rain
Whispering Scripture and trying to picture
How she could start over again
Grieve, feel how you feel
It's how you start to heal
God's heart is broken, too
Now breathe and get up on your feet
There's always some good thing that you could choose to do
Oh, Marjorie
What are you gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
It's up to you
You'll be ready when the next thing comes
And it will come
You'll be ready when the good days come
And they will come
Vocal - Randall Goodgame, Ella Osenga
Tamborine, Conga - Paul Eckberg