The streets are keeping water from the rain
They don't care to store it in the drains
It keeps flooding and flowing the same
The kids who drink the water from the streets
Are lead by ghosts who preach deceit
They're bathing their bleeding bodies
Oh it's harder
When my old ghosts
Find this heart their home
But "Abba Father!"
I cry when I receive
The new ghost that leads me
I feel like bricks are strapped against my chest
The weight is softening my breath
I'm dumbfounded, demon possessed
He took those bricks and laid them in the grass
A road that never sees my past
A new life, a narrower path
But oh it's harder
When my old ghosts
Find this heart their home
But "Abba Father!"
I cried when I received
The new ghost that leads me
Salvation lies behind a rolling stone
My hands are lifted toward the throne
Singing "Abba I'm coming home!"