When you said, "Give bread to weak and sick
Thirsty, naked strangers, derelicts"
Was that only a suggestion?
"Who are the people we don't usually
Notice out on the periphery?"
Is an illuminating question
But how do we know when you are leading?
Tramps down in the ditch and bleeding
Heaven seeks the weakest places
It converges on the faces of the frail
Faces of the barren, faces locked in jail
While I'm only sharing
With myself instead of your
Attention's focused on the poor
And needy, slid down off the path
And when I pass, I sense your wrath
I stuck to rules, passed on chances to assist
No, no, no, no, no
Stuck to the path when they fell into the ditch
No, no, no, no, no
Stuck to my voice
Instead of hearing what you'd spoken
No, no, no, no, no
Passed on the wretched
The neglected and the broken
I'm the weakest link
I'm the weakest link
I'm the weakest, I'm the weakest link
Stuck to my thoughts
Instead of caring what you'd think
I'm the weakest link
I'm the weakest link
I'm the weakest, I'm the weakest link
So you sent the seventy on a mission
Modes of service not suspicion
Never thought that you'd get sullied
As a hobo in the gully
Of the damp gutter of the moldy
You came as a tramp
Even when you told the
Nobles and big shots that rotten ones
Are in and not forgotten
Walk the margins on the border
It's the ditch that makes us shorter
So, I repented down into a hold and cover and bury me
Oh, can I grow now?
So, I repented down into a hold and cover and bury me
Oh, can I grow?