Drowning Man
Well, I gave up front porch swings on Autumn afternoons
And I gave up on harmony to bring dissonance in tune
And I gave up on disappearing up some old mountain road
And I gave up on looking for you cause you’d already gone
So if you can’t even lend your hand
To a drowning man
And why would I listen to what you had to say
When I climb out on that other bank
When I climb out on that other bank
Lord, Lord
I gave up on all of those tall tales you used to tell
And I gave up on seeing them come true
And gave up on your little personal Hollywood
I gave up on ever seeing you paying your due
So if you can’t even lend your hand
To a drowning man
Then why would I listen to what you had to say
When I climb out on that other bank
Oh, when I climb out on that other bank
Lord, Lord
I gave up on watching lights come out along the highway
And I gave up on having your company
And I gave up showing folks something they’d never seen
‘Cause I gave up on what you had to bring
So if you can’t even lend your hand
To a drowning man
Then why would I listen to what you had to say
When I climb out on that other bank
When I climb out on that other bank
Lord, Lord
Cause a man’s word to his friend should be worth his weight in gold
Ought not to shift just whenever the wind blows
So I gave up on anything built on your foundation
And I hate that I had so much to give up on
But if you can’t even lend your hand
To a drowning man
And why would I listen to what you had to say
When I climb out on that other bank
When I climb out on that other bank
When I climb out on that other bank
Lord, Lord.