Afraid I’ll go, bank account empty
Afraid I’ll go, rich here and poor in Heaven
Afraid I’ll go, find I missed millions of opportunities
Yeah I’m afraid I’ll go, die at work and they’ll throw me out with the trash, save some cash.
Afraid I’ll go, holding my chest shocked and devastated
Afraid I’ll go, and it’ll be someone I know as the cause
Afraid I’ll go, and can’t explain the waste of my talents and time given
Afraid I’ll go, and Jesus will say I’ve wasted my time here
I grow weary of this track, can’t understand the present, can’t go back
Nagging feeling I’m missing something, running my days out chasing nothing
Feeling like a dull pencil without words, bread looked over by hungry morning birds, stupid thoughts rated highly absurd, I can see but everything looks blurred
He had everything but did nothing, couldn’t see it.