Tonneau

Lyrics

Modern time pressures
Like an impossible dance
It terrors my thinking
I got sympathy for Lance
The little joy
From little niggle work
Makes me eager for more
And eager to score.

But in my defense
And to my surprise
When it makes no sense
When it's not by design

I'll praise the Lord
Most high

The ties that bind
You and me
Keep us blind
to a certain degree
You carry my burden
You carry my soul
I’m fraying your nerves
I wonder when you go

But in my defense
And to my surprise
When it makes no sense
When it's not by design

I'll praise the Lord
most high

But in my defense
and to my surprise
you too make no sense
and it's not by design

I’ll praise the Lord
He requires more than I can afford
And I’ll praise the Lord
With my reluctant love and my broken work
I’ll praise the Lord
Raise me above all I had to distort
And I'll praise the Lord

I'll praise the Lord
most high