And I can't do a damn thing about it It's a damn shame that I can't change I can't undo everything I'd like to So I roll on and I shout it 'Cause I can't do a damn thing about it Been washed in the blood of the Lamb And I washed blood off of my hands

I wanna put you in my car and drive And turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it out If I could press play, repeat, how happy I'd be Wherever I'd go I'd have you there with me You'd be right where you belong Let me put you in a song Well