Words and Music by Aaron Tate

Looking back at the road so far

The journey’s left its share of scars

Mostly from leaving the narrow and straight

Looking back it is clear to me

That a man is more than the sum of his deeds

And how you've made good of this mess I’ve made

Is a profound mystery

Looking back you know

You had to bring me through

All that I was so afraid of

Though I questioned the sky now I see why

Had to walk the rocks to see the mountain view

Looking back I see the lead of love

Looking back I can finally see

How failures bring humility

(I'd rather have wisdom and pain)

Brings me to my knees

(Than be a comfortable fool)

Helps me see my need for thee

Looking back you know

You had to bring me through

All that I was so afraid of

Though I questioned the sky now I see why

Had to walk the rocks to see the mountain view

Looking back I see the lead of love

©1997 Cumbee Road Music

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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: acoustic and electric guitar, vocals

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Words and Music by Derek Webb

When I’m cold and alone all I want is my freedom

A sudden gust of gravity

I stop wailing and kicking

Just to let this water cover me, cover me

Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind

You'll overcome me and swell up around me

With my fighting so vain, with my vanity so fought

I’m rolling over

‘Cause in just the same way

The stream becomes swollen

Swollen with cold up over the ground

When my heart draws close to the close of autumn

Your love abounds

All the time I'm thinking

Wondering how would it be

To breathe in deep

I guess I need to be careful when I ask for a drink

Just might get what I ask for

And I know just what you'd say to me

That's why I don't ask you

What would I ask you?

I'm like a bullheaded boy these days

Crying, my toy’s gone

You're shiny and new

‘Cause in just the same way

The stream becomes swollen

Swollen with cold up over the ground

When my heart draws close to the close of autumn

Your love abounds

Guess I'll drop my anger here

Before I float away

And the chain’s around me

An awful lot of talking

I don't leave you much to say

You didn’t ever leave me

And my greatest fear

Was you'd leave me here

A long time back my feet

Could touch the bottom

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Danielle Young: vocals

Jonatha Brooke: vocals

Joshua Moore: piano

Words and Music by Derek Webb

So many miles behind

Still I drive with the pedal down

I was off the map hours back

It’s beneath the seat, I think

It’s with two pennies and a match

And something else that I can't remember

But in the time that it would take to fish it out

I’ll be another mile gone

I feel so wrong trying to feel right

In light of all the things I've passed

You'd think that I’d have learned

This is not the land was promised me

Even as far as my eyes can see

I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe

And I don't want words

I just want some peace

Some peace, some peace

It seems I've misplaced my faith

Cause it's 11:12 and nothing’s changed

Well, nothing except the channel I'm afraid

And the number there

No, it's the same

Oh and this must be the savior of the month

And what I must have

Where’s the night gone?

‘Cause I'm so tired and out of shape

You've gotta get up

No, but I can’t get up today

‘Cause it's been so long

Since I've felt right

All the rote, rehearsal, proof

You'd think that I'd have learned

This is not the land was promised me

Even as far as my eyes can see

I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe

And I don't want words

I just want some peace

Some peace, some peace

Break me, break me, break me, break me

This is not the land was promised me

Gotta get out of bed, get something to read

I got to feed my brother, not my eyes

If not, then I'll be all I despise

This is not the land was promised me

Even as far as my eyes can see

I'm so wound up, Lord, I can’t even breathe

And I don't want words

I just want some peace

Some peace, some peace

© 1995 Niphon, Inc.

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Cliff Young: vocals

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Joshua Moore: electric guitar

Todd Bragg: drums / percussion

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Aaron Senseman: electric guitar

Words and music by Aaron Tate

There’s tarnish on the Golden Rule

And I want to jump from this ship of fools

Show me a place where hope is young

And a people who are not afraid love

This world has nothing for me

And this world has everything

All that I could want

And nothing that I need

This world is making me drunk

On the spirits of fear

So when he says who will go

I am nowhere near

This world has nothing for me

And this world has everything

All that I could want

And nothing that I need

And the least of these

Look like criminals to me

So I leave Christ on the street

This world has held my hand

And has led me into intolerance

But now I’m waking up

And now I’m breaking up

But now I’m making up

For lost time

This world has nothing for me

And this world has everything

All that I could want

And nothing that I need

©1994 Cumbee Road Music

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Danielle Young: vocals

Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Derek Webb: acoustic and electric guitar, vocals

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Joshua Moore: accordion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Words and Music by Derek Webb

I am a bus driver and it’s four in the morning

And I’m pressing out my clothes beside my bed

Fourteen years been on the job

And with many miles behind

Still I’m up at 3:30 to make sure I’m there on time

My car gets me along just fine

To and from the station

But my castle is this Houston Metro bus

My first stop is Ashbury

And the sign’s been gone for years

But the same the people wait

‘Cause they know that I’ll be there

What would you say if I told you that I won’t be by today

Would you say that

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m always there by 5:15

And lately I’ve been early

Judith likes to be in early to the bank

And she gives me conversation

And a token good for riding

Says she’s happy all alone

And then there’s Charles in retail sales

I hope they pay him well

For the work that young man does

‘Cause I’ve never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator

But I know that he’s the first and last one there

What would you say if I told you that I won’t be by today

Would you say that

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

And I wonder what they do all day

At their respective works

Suppose they give money and take money away

While I'm just orbiting this town

With the post office my sun

And I’m circling again

I wonder how this world would be

If I was never here

To drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main

I suppose this town would be the same

But with one bus less exhaust

And that bank and retail store

Just wouldn't be the same

But what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat

Only me

And I'm just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver and what do I know

I’m just a bus driver

Well, don't believe that

I’m just a bus driver

Well, down believe that

I’m just a bus driver

No, don’t believe that

We’re all just bus drivers and it's time to go home

©1995 Niphon, Inc.

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Cliff Young: vocals

Danielle Young: vocals

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Joshua Moore: tack piano, accordion

Todd Bragg: percussion

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Words and Music by Derek Webb

I can’t stop staring at myself

My face reflected in this empty plate

I can’t decide if it’s the devil

Or if it’s just something I ate

‘Cause he’s been down there all morning

Patiently waiting at my gate

He’s throwing rocks at my window

Singing, “hey, won’t you come on out and play with me”

And every day when I get up

I see folks trading in their crowns

For all these paper or plastic lives

An opiate for the masses’ hounds

And pride like a vestige of lives lost

The stench of the old folks coming around

Now with the news I heard today

I can't tell if this world is lost or found

So you go, I’ll be waiting here

And I’m awake, no I cannot sleep

So I'll sit on this rock is you

But I’m not standing up for nothing

I've never seen my congressman

But I can't deny that he exists

‘Cause I’ve seen his legislation pass

And I’ve seen his name on the ballot list

The same, I can’t deny this fallen world

Though not my home it’s where I live

How can I preserve and light the way

For a world that I can't admit I'm in

‘Cause I know who I say you are

But these crows can be made to stop

So I'll sit denying by this fire

But I’m not standing up for nothing

Lack of interest leads to

Lack of knowledge leads to

Lack of perspective leads to

Lack of communication leads to

Lack of understanding leads to

Lack of concern leads to

This complacency denotes

This approval denies the truth

But I can't stop staring at myself

It’s my face reflected in this empty plate

And I know that it's the devil

So you lead and I'll be close behind

So you speak and I’ll hang on your words

You've got to lift me from this hardened tree

‘Cause I’m not standing up for nothing

©1995 Niphon, Inc.

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Cliff Young: vocals

Joshua Moore: piano & keyboard

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Garett Buell: percussion

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Words and Music by Rich Mullins

I will sing for the meek

For those who pray with their very lives for peace

Though they're in chains for a higher call

Their mourning will change into laughter when the nations fall

In spirit poor, In mercy rich

They hunger for Your righteousness

Their hearts refined in the purity

Lord let me shine for them

Lord let me sing

Lord let me shine for them

Lord let me sing

©1990 BMG Songs, INC, ASCAP

Cliff Young: vocals

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: vocals

Words and Music by Rich Mullins

I can see Jesus hanging on the cross

I can see Jesus hanging on the cross

I can see Jesus hanging on the cross

He came looking for the lost

And love has come

Love has come

Love has come

And it’s giving me hope to carry on

I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”

I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”

I can hear Jesus saying “Father forgive”

What a thing He did

And love has come

Love has come

Love has come

And it’s giving me hope to carry on

I can see love

Love is all I want to see

Love can make a beggar rich and set a prisoners free

I know it can do it for you

And God knows it did it for me

I can see love

Love is all I want to show you love

Love’s the only way to go

Love

Love is all a man might need to know

Yes, I know

You know Peter put away his sword

I can see Peter putin’ away his sword

I can see Peter, he put away his sword

He won’t fight no more

And love has come

Love has come

Love has come

And it’s giving me hope to carry on

I gotta carry on

©1990 BMG Songs, INC, ASCAP

Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals

Joshua Moore: electric guitar

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Words and Music by Derek Webb

I think this place is swell

There’s much familiar here

I get my laundry done

And I get home-cooked meals

When I'm feeling tired

I can turn off all the lights

Ignore the knocking on the door

Pretend I’m not alive, but

Daddy, it’s saturday

And I don't want to go outside

And mow the grass today

Would you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

Oh, could you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

They tell me that I’m bright

Sometimes I think they're right

But I guess I'll never know

‘Cause I won't go outside

Some days it's just so hot

And others it's so cold

Too much exposure to the sun

Would just make me look old, but

Daddy, it’s saturday

And I don't want to go outside

And mow the grass today

Would you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

Oh, could you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

Isn't this Saturday

Sure feels like Saturday

Wake me Saturday

Daddy, it’s Saturday

And my mind wanders off

To things I’ve never seen

Are these walls higher than the cost of opportunity

I’m too big for my bed

And I've outgrown my shoes

But my fears of leaving

Is the one thing I just can't lose

Daddy, it’s saturday

And i don’t want to go outside

And mow the grass today

Would you love me just as much

If I never got a job

And if I never left your house

Would I be of use to you

If I never amounted to much more

Than just your stupid kid

Would I love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

©1995 Niphon, Inc.

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Cliff Young: vocals

Joshua Moore: electric guitar, dulcitone

Todd Bragg: drums

Jeff Miller: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ, electric piano

Acoustic guitar circle: Derek Webb, Scott Brignac, Joshua Moore, Aaron Tate, Danielle Young, Jeff Miller, Cliff Young

Words and Music by Derek Webb

Though I am small, I’ve seen things far beyond these city walls

The land is flat, it rolls for miles

I don’t know much, I know I’ve many places yet to see

I know I've been here for a while

Wouldn't you know just when I thought I had this figured out

I'm back at my first day of school

Trying not to think too loud, I raise my hand to scratch my head

No ideas of what to do

‘Cause something’s changed today

What it is I just can't say

And if I don't seem okay, well, I'm okay

So sue me, sue me

If I just don't want coffee tonight

I’ve got this friend who’s been around the world a time or two

And he keeps maps on all his walls

I’ve never been to France, I’ve heard it’s nice this time of year

Except I don’t speak French at all

I wonder would it be as hard if I had never seen you

As to keep you from my sight

And, though I’ve talked about you to my friend a million times

Oh, I first saw you tonight

And something’s changed today

What it is I just can't say

And if I don't seem okay, well, I'm okay

So sue me, sue me

If I just don't want coffee tonight

So sue me, sue me

If I just don't want coffee tonight

It must be getting late

Where's my head

Where is my head

Where is my head

I still hear you telling me what a big mistake I've made

Funny, that’s what I’ve been telling you

‘Cause, I can lead a horse to water

You can even make him drink

But you can't change his point of view

Tonight as I was driving home, I passed a coffee shop

And I glanced through the window there

It was just like the one where you work, where I met you

But I didn’t stop, I wouldn’t dare

And that's the price I pay

‘Cause You're way is not my way

And today’s another day and it's okay

So sue me, sue me

If I just don't want coffee tonight

So sue me, sue me

If I just don't want coffee tonight

I think I need some rest

Rest my head, arrest my head

Rest my head, arrest my head

Got to rest my head, you arrest my head

©1995 Niphon, Inc.

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Gabe Scott: acoustic guitar

Todd Brag: Snare

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: Concert bass drum, percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Joshua Moore: miscellaneous keyboards

Words and Music by Aaron Tate

I mount up with waxen wings

High to reach the sun

But I am no further than

When I first begun

So I build a Mount of Athos

To shape your form against the sky

With my home in your hands to show all the people why

Everything I do

It’s not enough for you

Everything I do

It's not enough

It's not enough for you

In the garden of my pride

The lamented lime tree

Too stupid to cry for rain

Fruitless and choked out by weeds

So I write a book of life

Using the best words I can find

For some struggler to snuggle up

When the world becomes unkind

Everything I do

It’s not enough for you

Everything I do

It's not enough

It's not enough for you

I find direction in eastbound clouds

And long for what they have

But when I step into its midst

Its substance I cannot grasp

So I paint a portrait of you

As if you had human disguise

With oil and canvas to be clay

To open up their eyes

Like you opened up my eyes

Everything I do

It’s not enough for you

Everything I do

It's not enough

It's not enough for you

© 1994 Cumbee Road Music

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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals

Joshua Moore: electric guitar

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: upright bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Words and Music by Derek Webb

Thank God I’m back in my car

And driving home

And driving home

‘Cause the air was thin and so cold back in there

It was my first time

Won’t be my last time

And the questions rise and expectations fall

In light of it all

There aren't words to say

Words aren’t remembered

Just your presence is

A good friend once told me and he was there

He was there but she wasn't there

And It's not fair

It's not fair

What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance

That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help

‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet

And I hate the silence

And I can't walk down the center aisle

I’ve been here for over three hours behind the flowers

They’re so beautiful and young and so alive

And so in need of someone, someone to talk to them

‘Cause theirs are fragile lives

What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance

That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help

‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet

And I hate the silence

And I can't walk down the center aisle

It makes me think about my brother

And how I just stood there

With my hands in my pockets

And my heart in my throat

Thank God I’m back in my car

And driving home

And driving home

‘Cause in that place I leave all my days of taking life for granted

And the words I wrote for her

And my best friend crying

And a young girl lying on all our hearts

What crimes have you committed demanding such a penance

That couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help

‘Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet

And I hate the silence

I hate the silence

And I can't walk down the center aisle

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Derek Webb: vocals, acoustic guitar

Words and Music by Aaron Tate

You say you want a living sacrifice

Well I am a burnt offering

Crawling off the altar

And back into the fire

And with my smoke-filled lungs

I cry out for freedom

While locking and chaining myself

To my rotting desires

And I hate the stench

But I swallow the key

And with it stuck in my throat

Can you hear me?

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

But I’m still a long way off

I am shell-shocked and I have walked

Through the trenches full of tears

With the mortars of memory

Exploding in my burning ears

You’ve stripped the trees of Lebanon

And now you're stripping me

Of the bark of false morality

And the bite of selfish greed

Lord, can you hear me

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

But I’m still a long way off

Will you run to me

Will you come to me

Will you meet me

Will you greet me

Will you drag me home

Cause I’m still a long way off

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

But I’m still a long way off

©1994 Cumbee Road Music

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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ

Words and Music by Aaron Tate

Like April showers on a slick cement

When I consider how our light is spent

By keeping the candles inside the cathedral

Hold on tight don't go into the night

It’s full of evil

Rain rain don't go away

We need you this dry and dusty day

Rain rain don't go away

Though some may say please go away

Like April showers on a slick cement

And the roads once straight have now become so bent

Weaving through the trees of vain security

Rounding round the hardest rocks of hard morality

Rain rain don't go away

We need you this dry and dusty day

Rain rain don't go away

Though some may say please go away

And the sacred cows

Feed on the green

While the least of these

Are dying in the streets

And they're crying

Rain rain don't go away

We need you this dry and dusty day

Rain rain don't go away

Though some may say please go away

Oh like April showers on a slick cement

©1995 Cumbee Road Music

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Cliff Young: vocals, acoustic guitar

Danielle Young: vocals

Derek Webb: acoustic guitar, vocals

Todd Bragg: drums

Aric Nitzberg: upright bass

Garett Buell: percussion

Randy Holsapple: hammond organ