Slipping

At sixteen I knew who I was;
I'd figured out the world and God;
Counted all my costs;
I was in control, yeah.
I was in control of my life.

But now at last I've lost my way,
I'm slipping through another day.
I've wandered from the narrow way,
I'm slipping through another day.

I'm afraid they'll be disappointed;
she already feels neglect.
Everybody wants a piece of my,
but I've nothing to invest, yeah.
I've nothing to invest anymore.

Now at last I've lost my way,
I'm slipping through another day.
It's hard to stand on feet of clay
when you're slipping through another day.

Now all I've got's this piece of wood;
a hand; a nail; some blood; my food.
One man; an act; a death; some grace.
There I find my only place.
Yes all I've got's this piece of wood;
a hand; a nail; some blood; my food.
One man; an act; a death; some grace.
There I find my only place.

Otherwise I'm blown astray;
Slipping through another day.
Slipping through another day.
Oh Lord, don't let me slide away.
Oh Lord, don't let me slide away.