If you don't look into your mind and find out
what you're running from tomorrow 
might just be another day to run

If you just sit and waste your time 
you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that)
tomorrow might be just another day to run

Someone must control your mind
you're the one 
dark confusion's what you find if you run.

I don't want to waste your time
but I'm talking to you like a son
Tomorrow might be just another day to run

Walking down the road of life looking for direction 
sometimes my mind gets so mixed up I can't tell lust from affection
Gonna stop in to a roadside church and get my mind a rest
and Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process

Pretty ladies all stand in line waiting for inspection
ragged old men drinking wine trying to drown rejection
I've been wasting too much time, 
I'm going to lose my mind unless, Lord Jesus
You help me get my soul together in the process

I see Tony Jr. fill up his arm with dope and he dreams
about a valley but he lives in an alley
filled with papers thrown away -- Lord tell me
Lord, Lord tell me Tony, tell me Tony 
He's long on dreams and short on hope and sometimes
he goes to rallies and stops by to see Sally just
to pass the time away
Lord tell me Tony tell me why do you want to get high
enough to die.
Lord, Lord tell me Tony, tell me Tony why