Verse 1
As I sit here in this mess today,
Looking for the way
To find a brighter day,
I try to find the strength to pick up my feet,
Walk down the street
Or should I just stay here and go to sleep.

Verse 2
I see myself and I'm bruised and scarred,
My life is marred.
It just seems sometimes that it's too hard,
I don't think that I can take another hit,
This is it.
My life is….I don't exactly know.

Prelude
I guess I'm just plain stupid
To question if You'll save me this time.
I see You're waiting for me to let You.
I just keep thinking I gotta work my way outta this.

Chorus
I'm asking You,
God, help me.
What else can I do?
I trust You've got reason.
For these hard times
And these dark days.
Power of the keys,
Please unleash your healing.

Verse 3
I get no help from Freud or Zen,
John Lennon, or other men,
Who say I have to read every book on the shelf
To find myself.
Their words are poverty dressed as wealth.

Repeat Prelude

Repeat Chorus

Lead break over chorus progression

Repeat Chorus

Adlibs: -- four times

 

"I TRUST YOU" (with chords)

Intro: (E)-(B)-(A) two times

Verse 1
(E)As I(B) sit here in this (A)mess today,
Looking for the way
To find a(E) brighter day,
I try to (B)find the strength to pick (A)up my feet,
Walk down the street
(E)Or should I (B)just stay here and (A)go to sleep.

(E)-(B)-(A)

Verse 2
(E)I see(B) myself and I'm(A) bruised and scarred,
My life is marred.
(E)It just(B) seems sometimes that it's too(A) hard,
(E)I don't(B) think that I can(A) take another hit,
This is it.
(E)My life is….(B)I don't exactly(A) know.

Prelude
(G#)I guess I'm just plain (A)stupid
(G#)To question if You'll save me(A) this time.
(G#)I see You're waiting for me to (A)let You.
(G#)I just keep thinking I gotta (A)work my way outta this.

Chorus
(C#m)I'm asking You,
God, help me.
(Ab)What else can I do?
(B)I trust You've got (Bb)reason.
(C#m)For these hard times
And these dark days.
(Ab)Power of the keys,
(B)Please unleash your (Bb)healing.

Verse 3
(E)I get no (B)help from (A)Freud or Zen,
John Lennon, or (E)other men,
(B)Who say I have to(A) read every book on the shelf
To(E) find myself.
(B)Their words are (A)poverty dressed as wealth.

(E)-(B)-(A)

Repeat Prelude

Repeat Chorus

Lead break over chorus progression

Repeat Chorus

Adlibs: (E)-(B)-(A) four times