On Account of You

That alarm clock goes, like it does most every mornin'

I don't feel near as bad as the things I've been through

I'm a work in progress, lots of room for improvement

But I'm a whole lot better on account of You

I pour me a cup, I thumb  through the paper

It set me to thinkin', "What's this world comin' to?"

Bad as it is, it's not as bad as it could be

It's a whole lot better on account of You

Lord, I know as sure as I know anything

And no one does it all by themselves

But it seems to me that the neediest people

Are the last one to ask You for help

Some things you're born knowin', some you only learn from livin'

I miss a lot of 'em, but I picked up a few

I'm a little more patient, a little more understanding

I'm a whole lot better on account of You

On account of You

Lord, I know as sure as I know anything

And no one does it all by themselves

But it seems to me that the happiest people

Are the first ones to offer their help

And that alarm clock goes, and I'm already up this mornin'

I find myself searchin' for some good that I can do

Maybe someday I'll hear from a friend or from a stranger

It's a whole lot better on account of You

It's a work in progress, lots of room for improvement

But it's a whole lot better on account of You