Practice Room

Alien
Don’t hold on too hard
What it is you love the most
Is what you have to lose
So let it go
Your livelihood
The substance of your wage
You can work and work all day
But in the end it fades
It all slips away

Cause life is only a vapor
He’ll reap what we sow
And there’s not a lot that this world grows
Our hearts are desperately wicked
He’s desperately wise; he’s given us all this time
To learn how to serve, to learn how to give
To know how to love, to know how to live
In this practice room

Not enough
Hours in your day
To explain to the woman on the street
Why you can’t spare the change
So you walk away
Worrisome
Waiting for your luck to turn
The clock you watch will someday burn
But time goes marching on
And still you haven’t learned

Nothing in this world can satisfy
Satisfy my soul
‘Till my world is you

‘Cause life is only a vapor
You’ll reap what I sow
And there’s nothing good that this world grows
My heart is desperately wicked
But you’re desperately wise
And you’ve given me all this time
To learn how to serve, to learn how to give
To know how to live, to know how to love
To catch a small glimpse of the glory to come
To still have your love, to have more than enough
For this practice room