You can't help the world you were born into

Where you learned to walk with a limp that you didn't even

know was there

You were taught not to dream 'cause there's no chance of it

coming true

And to look with suspicion on anyone who seems to care

You don't know what to do with a good thing

Put the money in your pocket and run



You don't know what to do with a good thing

Favor is a foreign tongue

You've got friends trying to help, reaching out to you

But it's not adding up with the little you think you deserve

You're content with a loss 'cause

you've got nothing else to lose

So you burn every bridge 'till they can't reach you anymore



I have to imagine there was once life behind those eyes

I have to imagine that you didn't always force your smile

I hate to imagine what happened to that little child

That convinced you that goodness was too good to be true

Who knows what it was, maybe drugs had the final say

When you took any trust and pawned it like a wedding ring

Oh but there's so much more that I wish you would steal away

Like the mercy and peace and forgiveness you can have for free

You don't know what to do

Love is like a loaded gun

You don't know what to do with a good thing

Favor is a foreign tongue