Forever and one

 

What can I do? Will I be getting through? Now that I must try To leave it all behind Did you see What you have done to me? So hard to justify Slowly it's passing by Forever and one I will miss you However, I kiss you Yet again Way down in Neverland So hard I was trying Tomorrow I'll still be crying How could you hide Your lies Your lies Here I am Seeing you once again My mind's so far away My heart's so close to stay Too proud to fight I'm walking back into night Will I ever find Someone to believe? Forever and one I will miss you However, I kiss you Yet again Way down in Neverland So hard I was trying Tomorrow I'll still be crying How could you hide Your lies Your lies Forever and one I will miss you However, I kiss you Yet again Way down in Neverland So hard I was trying Tomorrow I'll still be crying How could you hide Your lies Your lies Your lies

NOR

One of us

So one of these nights and about twelve o'clock This old world's gonna reel and rock Saints will tremble and cry for pain For the Lord's gonna come, in his heavenly airplane Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah If God had a name, what would it be? And would you call it to His face If you were faced with Him in all His glory? What would you ask if you had just one question? And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah What if God was one of us Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Tryin' to make His way home? If God had a face, what would it look like? And would you want to see If seeing meant that you would have to believe In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints And all the prophets? And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah What if God was one of us Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Tryin' to make His way home? Tryin' to make His way home Back up to Heaven all alone Nobody callin' on the phone 'Cept for the Pope, maybe in Rome Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah What if God was one of us Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Tryin' to make His way home? Just tryin' to make His way home? Like a holy rolling stone? Back up to Heaven all alone Just tryin' to make His way home? Nobody callin' on the phone 'Cept for the Pope, maybe in Rome