| Around the Bend |
| There are things that I feel As my skin begins to peel There are thoughts that I yearn As my face begins to burn These are thoughts of holiness As I enter in my bliss All bad thoughts I leave behind As I leave that tangeled bind Chorus: God I want to leave this place So that I can see your face I want to go far away And leave it far at bay And I know what waits for me Things that I will soon see And who will follow me? It's better His way you will see I hope they take my advice So they can leave their vice Will they come and be a friend Following me around the bend |