I’m not as honest a story walking about
My slumbering caught me talking out loud

Sometimes I hide behind the image I’m obliged to show
And for all the world to see
But they don’t know, they don’t know me

The road I’ve taken is leading me on
But don’t be mistaken where I’m coming from

I never meant to lie behind the image I’m obliged to show
To show, and to all of them who see
But they don’t know,
No, they don’t know, they don’t know me

What is this nonsense I’m talking about
You know I have a conscience I can’t live without

My heart is wide open for You, my Lord, to see
The real me, the real m