Lying, I've been lying
Lying to myself all these years
I have no less hatred and no fewer fears
Smiling, suddenly I'm smiling
I look around at where my plans are laid
And it comes to me
That saints aren't born, they're made
So I'm smiling
So maybe tomorrow I will make my move
But tomorrow never comes is what they say
And every maybe only takes me farther away
Soon, it will have to be today
Living, I've been living
A life that's seeking truth believes a lie
And I feel likе that is what it means to die
Waiting, I keep waiting
Waiting for my time to comе along
When I know that it could just
As soon be gone
Still, I'm waiting
So maybe tomorrow I'll make my move
But tomorrow never comes is what they say
And every maybe only takes me farther away
Soon, it will have to be today
(Maybe tomorrow)
Soon, it will have to be today
(Maybe tomorrow)
Soon, it will have to be today
(Maybe tomorrow)
Soon, it will have to be today
Lying was written by John Bolles.
Lying was produced by Brown Bannister & Ed Nalle.