Every
night is a Saturday night and it makes me sick. Every night I'm a meteorite on
a one-way trip and I can't admit the truth staring me in the face. And my heart's
all over the place. I know it's just a question of faith. It follows me around.
Nothing gets me down today. If
it's pushing me around, get it outta my way. Your faithfulness is found in the
words that You say. It follows me around. That's why nothing gets me down.
Every
night is a Saturday night and it makes me sad. Skirmish lines and perimeter mines
'round the things we had. I'm ironclad in truth and I'm back in the race. And
I can't look back in disgrace. 'Cause that's the kinda slap in the face I ran
into the ground.
Nothing gets
me down today. If it's pushing me around, get it outta my way. Your faithfulness
is found in the words that You say. It follows me around. That's why nothing gets
me down.
