Zachary Parker Stevens - On the Range

Here on the range we're a family a hopeless bunch
Home's long since changed to a place we are aching in

What is this trend leading us to pretend
What's the cost
Does this cycle depend on me

No place to rest
There is no place to conquer this pain
And the question is are we lost or just loitering down by the bay

What is this trend leading us to pretend
What's the cost
Does this cycle depend on me

Here in this house I'm a man
But out in the street I'm just loneliness bothering most of my friends
Here at this cross once again
All of my triumphs and features lay waste in a background of sin

Save me
Oh my God you're a miracle in all of this crazy
Here I am
Have all of me so I can have all of you

Written by:
Zachary Stevens

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