All these places I have been
All these faces I have seen
All these bricks and all these stones
Have all been cast they've all been thrown
Find me in the background looking down
I need a place a sanctuary
Finally familiar peaceful home
Untroubled safe from all this madness
Refuge for my hope and sadness
Possible to find myself alone
All these cliffs and all these heights
They've just been too high to climb
All these waves and all these seas
Have all been crashing down on me
I finally find myself in You
I finally find myself in You
You're the one I'm running to
You're the one I'm running to
WRITERS
DAVID W. STUKENBERG, LEELAND MOORING, MARC BYRD, STEVE HINDALONG