Texty: Dogwood. Good Ol' Daze. Bill Mahoney's Baby.

Can I make due for now, with a promise?
My wishing words, always go against your will.
Simple solutions, surely seem so senseless.
You muttle through past presents only to find a blur.

You cry out to the open air "what do you have for me?"
You want answers now but you think you're not heard
You cry out to the open air "what do you have for me?"
You want answers now but you think you're not heard

Malfunction, a description of you
Think again, buddy, God doesn't make junk.
You know I can't blame you for your daddy's terrible errors,
More people love you thank you'll ever know.

You cry out to the open air "why should I go on, Lord?"
You want answe