Paula Cole - Comin' Down Lyrics

Lord, make me a lightnin' bolt to burn off this ring

Comin' down, comin' down

Lord, make me a skilsaw to cut through these chains

Comin' down, comin' down

Lord, give me the clarity to see through this smoke

And salvage the woman comin' down

Lord, make me an arrow to pierce through the lies

Comin' down, comin' down

Lord, make me a lens to better see my life

Comin' down, comin' down

Lord, make me an instrument to sing away the pain

This rushing river, comin' down

I'm free, here in the mountains of peace, may I be

I see the greatness above and the smallness of me

Lord, I'm mistaken in the choices that I make

Comin' down, comin' down

I made me a prison that should've been a man

Comin' down, comin' down

Lord, help me discover the courage to be

To handle these changes comin' down

I'm free, here in the mountains of peace, may I be

I see the greatness above and the smallness of me

So free, here in the garden awake consciously

I see the greatness within, the greatness in me

Lord, I'm your instrument, I'll shoulder the weight

Comin' down, comin' down

Feeling emotions in a deeper shade

Comin' down, comin' down

I'll be the one who puts them to song

And liberate the heartache comin' down