Doubts

Rhythm in his head and music in his bones Can't eat, can't sleep, it all feels cold The only thing that can please his mind This old cedar guitar that his father left behind Melodies span but words are hard to find He's staring at a blank page, for the hundredth night The thoughts in his head, they cloud his mind Will Heaven let him in, or leave him behind These questions of salvation can leave you, in a daze But back off You're washed by his blood my friend, your debts, your debts are paid, yeah Your doubts make no progress, you're stuck, in a six-foot rut Leave your selfish thinking behind, your past is dead and gone Yeah, it's dead and gone Your wishing well is full of pennies, nickels and dimes But your past is empty, it's showdown time The blind have seen, and the deaf have heard Of a great, and powerful love that none, that none deserve Well, these questions of salvation can leave you, in a daze But back off You're washed by his blood my friend, your debts, your debts are paid, yeah Your doubts make no progress, you're stuck, in a six-foot rut Leave your selfish thinking behind, your past is, dead and gone Yeah, it's dead and gone It's dead and gone