If you don't look into your mind and find out
   what you're running from
   tomorrow might just be another day to run
   If you just sit and waste your time you'll be
   going where you're coming from (think about that)
   tomorrow might be just another day to run
   Someone must control your mind
   you're the one
   dark confusion's what you find when you run.
   I don't want to waste your time but I'm talking
   to you like a son
   Tomorrow might be just another day to run
   Walking down the road of life looking for direction sometimes
   my mind gets so mixed up I can't tell lust from affection
   Gonna stop in to a roadside church and get my mind a rest
   and Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process
   Pretty ladies stand in line waiting for inspection
   ragged old men drinking wine trying to drown rejection
   I've been wasting too much time, I'm going to lose my
   mind unless, Lord Jesus
   You help me get my soul together in the process
   I see Tony Jr. fill up his arm with dope and dream
   about a valley but he lives in an alley
   filled with papers thrown away -- Lord tell me
   He's long on dreams and short on hope and sometimes
   he goes to rallies and stops by to see Sally just
   to pass the time away
   Lord tell me Tony tell me why do you want to get high
   enough to die.