This body
Don't work like it used to before
But my God he's
Got something much bigger in store
It's the same old bars in the same old town every night
And all the same faces as the last time
It's starting to get too comfortable
But I know my fruit will be picked when things are ripe
For now
This body hasn't quite given up on me yet
And my God he's got something much better ahead
And though sometimes I'd rather mourn the past
Nothing good will come of looking through that rose tinted glass
Though my hair may thin and and my knees pop and crack when bent
My hope extends beyond what might seem like the end because
This body
Don't work like it used to before
But my God he's
Got something much bigger in store
Something much bigger in store