Stumble in the door, a quarter past three Drink a little more but it's not what I need Aching in my head, guilty in my chest And this ain't who I wanna be I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir And told me that I was her son I run from the father, end up working harder To do what's already been done Lord help me let go, wash over my soul Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water Been 80 miles an hour, seven days a week Living off of Folgers and these Earthwood strings The band needs paid, so the bills will have to wait I could use a dollar and a little more faith I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir And told me that I was her son I run from the father, end up working harder To do what's already been done Lord help me let go, wash over my soul Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water Ohh If you're listening, I'm giving in I'll lay my guard down If you'll let me, I'm ready to drown And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir And told me that I was her son I run from the father, end up working harder To do what's already been done Lord help me let go, wash over my soul Lord help me let go, wash over my soul Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water