Time keeps moving like a highway truck; I'm parked on the shoulder with a broken clutch. I've never used to struggle with keeping up, till I was drowning in my sorrow with my backside up. I'm losing touch; I'm desperate. I need a miracle...need a miracle. I walk in the shadow of my broken heart; I know that I need you but I've grown too smart. I've ten thousand reasons I don't give you time, it'll only take one for you to change my mind. But, I can't help but think: that you have moved along, yeah, you've moved right on. No oh ah... ooohhhh... Beneath the smiles and laughter I'm a mess of a catastrophe. The nights I spend down on my knees just begging for sign. I hope that you can see me now for everything I am. An all-conflicted-joyless soul that's trapped inside a man. Oh, I could see your reason for apathy, because you don't need me, not the way I need you. Even still, I can't help but think I lost a part of me that used to see a way into your heart. Because I'm comfortable right here. With my cup half full, I am comfortable. I don't need a tragedy to shake my solid ground. I don't need a fire sent to burn what good I've found. I understand if you've had a change in plans, because you don't need me; not the way I need you. I suppose that I am partially to blame; I made some vows that I can never break. I won't be made a victim, not again. I need you now to meet me where I am. I'm losing touch; I'm desperate. I need a miracle... need a miracle.