Is it a losing game
Is it a crying shame
Singing to a saint in rhymes
A humbled voice on borrowed time
Oh no, oh no
In the end
It's no sin
To turn around and start again
I'm praying
Calling out in hope
I'm praying
But the words stick in my throat
Oh, this ain't no joke
 
There is no excuse
You can't light a fuse
Put out by passing storms
Spitting hail like tiny thorns
Oh no, oh no
Your broken crownlies on the ground
It should be at the lost and found
 
I'm praying
Calling out in hope
I'm praying
But the words stick in my throat
Oh, this ain't no joke
 
Tall tales grew too long
Someone got a few things wrong
Was a time I had the knack
Of binding things before they cracked
Oh no, oh no
Come on home
I'll fix your throne
No one wants to be alone
 
I'm praying
Calling out in hope
I'm praying
But the words stick in my throat
Oh, this ain't no joke
Oh, this ain't no joke