Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Andrew Osenga
Well I guess I’m getting older
Just like everybody else
And we start to sit and wonder
“What happened?”
Well it seems I closed my eyes
And awoke in another life
And I miss you boys, but this ain’t bad at all
But we were so sure
We would change the world…
Well it ended like they’d said
Not of bullets but of black and red
And of little silver rings and a sacred aisle
And I need my Jesus now
But I’ve been angry for the longest time
And I just don’t now how to let it go
Because we were so sure
We would change the world…