Crowded

There are a million things

That want the best of me

Now my head is spinning

And back and forth I weave

It all looks the same to me

Is it good or bad?

But I read that the truth shall set me free

So make a sound in me

What I need to hear

Is muddled with uncertainty,

Mediocrity, and lack of sleep

There are a thousand things

That try to turn my head

And my blinking eyes

Are they easily led

It all feels the same to me

Is it good or bad?

It all feels the same to me

But I read that the free are free indeed

So make a sound in me

What I need to hear

Is muddled with uncertainty,

Mediocrity, and lack of sleep

So speak into my ear

What I want to hear

Is married to simplicity,

The King of Kings, and less of me

So come on down

I have much to, much to say

Be quiet now

And just you stay

So make a sound in me

What I need to hear

Is muddled with uncertainty,

Mediocrity, and lack of sleep

So speak into my ear

What I want to hear

Is married to simplicity,

The King of Kings, and less of me