Up to You

I love that every song ends

I love that every song ends

After school is over,

It's goodbye for the summer

I love knowing that you care

I love knowing that you care

careful cutting all those corners,

Getting burned out in the foyer

I hope you make it—

Cashing every paycheck,

Sitting nervous in the pew

You'll make your mind up slowly,

Or learn to call this your calling

Good to know nothing’s up to you

I love what we’ve got here

I love what we’ve got here:

Eating breakfast in your kitchen,

like it’s all I was ever missing

I love hearing your prayers

I love hearing your prayers,

like council for the beaten,

Took the punches from the preacher

I hope you make it—

cashing every paycheck,

Sitting nervous in the pew

You'll make your mind up slowly,

Or learn to call this your calling

All that man ever wanted was to play ball for O.U.

Good to know nothing’s up to you