Addicts

I've been walking flooded paths

In your wellington boots

And I've been thinking what it's like

To walk a mile in your shoes

Were you a drunkard or a saint?

Or just trying to figure out the same?

Yeah, we're all stumbling on our way

Down the muddied, muddied, muddied path of grace

We are all addicts

We are all addicts

All

And I was kneeling with flooded hands

Wondering what became that suicidal man

Then through my weeping Your voice rang

"You have no idea how gracious I am"

We are all addicts

In one way or another

We are all addicts

In search of higher power

We are all addicts

Before a running Father

We are all addicts

Ooh

Ah-ooh

Ah-ooh

Ah-ooh

And it's a hard, hard walking

And it's a hard, hard walking

It's a hard, hard walking, Oh

It's a hard, hard walking

But we're walking home, walking home, home

Oh we're, we're walking home, walking home, home, Oh

We're walking home, walking home, home, Yeah Oh

Oh We're, we're walking home

We're walking home, walking home, home

We're walking home, walking home, home