I have a wife and together we live In a very small room Yesterday she lost, her car broke down And now I ride a bicycle You say, I told you so You were much too young to get married But I say, you're way too old And when did you stop living anyway? As I ride my bike with my safety helmet on And white tennis shoes They stare at me but I see through new eyes Or maybe you just don't remember This place that I'm supposed to be Is not the chair in front of a desk, in front of a mirror Can't you see that it's not here or there or anywhere? But in speaking distance with God And where can you go that's too far? Because I can worship Him anywhere