I was walking down the highway to Damascus
When a light as bright as God did make me blind
In my pride I carried on
Crashing into every wall
I'm still waiting for the scales to leave my eyes
So I wandered to some far and foreign cities
I was looking for that El Dorado gold
But it was always the wrong place
I got tired of the chase
Thinking maybe we weren’t made to fill the hole
Oh praise him
Praise him
I don’t know what else to do
I got nothing
I got nothing
But a spirit and the truth
So tell me when the world became so angry
Tell me why I followed in its ways
Are we just destined to become
Like all the places that we’re from?
Is there still a little heaven in my veins?
So I have learned to bare my soul to my creator
I have given up the hiding of the mess
Cause that narrow road is hard
And every miles way too far
To walk it all while being overdressed
Oh praise him
Praise him
I don’t know what else to do
I got nothing
I got nothing
But a spirit and the truth
