Music
Songwriter (Numb) Year: 2004 | Run Time: 5:48
Written by Bill Mallonee for CyBrenJoJosh (BMI) ©2004
yeah i wish that i could change things
rearrange the pieces and the bits resistant though they are
the ones that fell right through the cracks
the stuff left over from exploding stars
obvious from the back row
to everyone but me
it's always sad to see what you become
when you're looking after number one
yeah i wish that i could change things
testify to some deliverance
yeah i'd talk show it right into the ground
like some salvation experience
yeah i wish that i could change things
and say some new words for all these feelings that i felt
we all wanna change things
but can you change yourself
i tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
'cause i wanted you to like me well some folks even spilled some ink
and even when it got cold i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb and then empty on the inside
you're rarely remembered or thought well of
for when your game was its strongest
and words you wish your head didn't say
are the ones their hearts will hold onto the longest
and the promises you should have kept
you're one million versions of a stumbling-12-steps
and that never seems to be enough
when your flesh and blood keeps screwing up
i tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
it was really just a cry of sorts and some fancy conjuring
and even when it got cold well i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb before going empty on the inside
in spite of all my ties i was driftin'
and now the kids they are full grown
and just because you got an address
doesn't mean you've got a home
they say that it's a cruel world
some cite it as a sad fact
and they say God He must not give a damn.
and God says well I don't know about that.
'cause i keep hearing whispers
saying everything's gonna be alright
you put some goodness back in and you take your stand
and you hold onto to Him for dear life
i tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
i was starving for a deeper love my God what shallow reasoning
and even when it got cold i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb 'fore going empty on the inside
going empty on the inside
Did You Know?
Bill calls this one of the bleakest tunes he's written.
Appeared On…
Dear Life, (2004)
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