judge me not ye saints for my history may be tainted but i'm sober enough to know blood when i see it
i've borne my share of stones most of them easily thrown
but who's to deny your wathershed side leading me home?
what am i supposed to do about it now? past regrets and long laments they find me somehow o, what am i supposed to do about it now? what i have to do but fall down?
to spy from far away may seem that i'm one to betray
but o, how i try the spirit to guide the promise you made
(chorus)
hold me up never let me go love me when i am broken and speak to me
