Fence Riders

Am I foolishness to you

And is it laughable the things I do

Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine

Am I foolishness to you

Can I sing about my maker

And have you not role your eyes

Can I weep about my maker

And the way he died

I know it don't make sense

To those who ride the fence

But I'm so out to cry

You call it loosening up

Loosening up

I call it spiraling down

Only one thing's the same

Only one thing remains

Jesus Jesus

Can I sing about my maker

And have you not role your eyes

Can I weep about my maker

And the way he died

I know it don't make sense

To those who ride the fence

But I'm so out to cry

You're all asleep

You're all asleep

You're all asleep oh children

But he's over needed

You don't see it no

Can I sing about my maker

And have you not role your eyes

Can I weep about my maker

And the way he died

I know it don't make sense

To those who ride the fence

But I'm so out to cry

Can I sing about my maker

And have you not role your eyes

Can I weep about my maker

And the way he died

I know it don't make sense

To those who ride the fence

But I'm so out to cry