Turn off my mind, put the TV on Like I did yesterday and almost every other day A sense of apathy closing in My heart susceptible to growing duller to His ways If God can do so much more than we can ask, or ever could imagine Why, why, why do I, do I always fall for ordinary? Why, why, why, when I can fly with life extraordinary? So quick to hide in my comfort zone It numbs my heart I know and it is robbing me of faith Unwind by drawing my energy From things no good for me; it is such a stupid waste