If you don't look into your mind and find out
what you're running from
tomorrow might be just another day to run

If you just sit and waste your time
you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that)
tomorrow might be just another day to run

Someone must control your mind
you're the one
dark confusion's what you find
if you run

I don't want to waste your time
but I'm talking to you like a son
Tomorrow might be just another day to run

Walking down the road of life
looking for direction
sometimes my mind gets so mixed up
I can't tell lust from affection

Gonna stop in to a roadside church
and get my mind a rest. and Lord Jesus
help me get my soul together in the process

Pretty ladies stand in line
waiting for inspection
ragged old men drinking wine
trying to drown rejection

I've been wasting too much time
I'm going to lose my mind unless, Lord Jesus
You help me get my soul together in the process

I see Tony Jr. fill up his arm with dope
and he dreams about a valley
but the poor boy lives in an alley
filled with papers that's throws away

Lord, lord, lord oh lord
Lord, lord, lord
tell me Tony, tell Tony, tell me Tony tell me why
Do you wanna get high enough to die

He's long on dreams and short on hope
and sometimes he goes to rallies
and stops by to see Sally just to pass the time away
Lord tell me Tony tell me why
do you want to get high enough to die