Things aren't actually what I thought they would be I won't pretend, disappointments never free The sky's on fire, feels like the sky's on fire I may be young but I'm feeling prettty old Like somebody borrowed years And I found out they got sold But still I love you Though my sky's on fire Swallow my pride Let go inside Show me your way Refine me And I'll still love you Though my sky's on fire To the author of life Be the author of my life To the author do you hear me sing? To the author of life Be the author of my life To the author do you hear me? I see you've been hanging in there Looking back I've been everywhere I've done it my way for far too long now like Like I promised you years before All I have is yours Swallow my pride Let go inside Show me your way Refine me