This thing I made
Now a tangled up mess
I toiled, I slaved
I was doing my best
Like soaked insulation, I held it all in
But like glass on the pavement
My strength's wearing thin
The ceiling caved
Scattered sheetrock and gold
My crowns, my fame
With the limbs in the road
My tower of Babel I built with my hands
I found out the hard way
I built it on sand
I thought I could hold it
I thought I was safe
In my hand crafted palace
Donned with plaques of my name
I've nowhere to go!
I'm a tangled up mess!
But you whisper softly
"Just lie here and rest"
Have your way, Lord
In all of this mess
In all of this stress
Have your way
Have your way, Lord
In all of this mess
In all of this stress
Have your way
