as i lay me down

where do i begin

so simply complicated

the voice within



i hear it singing so clear

invisible like the sound of the wind

we all know

you are there



i just believe

i just believe it

and sometimes i dunno why

i gotta go with my gut again on this one



not just a feeling

it's the reason

we know a line is crooked

'cause we know what's straight

that little voice inside



as i lay me down

i confess

i'm a fool for you

no more, no less



and in this world turning gray

strikes a chord when i say

there is black

there is white

there is wrong

and there is right



there is no alibi

if it's not the truth it's.....??



falling for the truth again



not by the wisdom of a man, or a machine



this is not preference or a taste that disagrees



the evidence of things unseen



the more you look

the more you'll see



if there's ever been a time it's now

i hear that still small voice inside