Human Race - Jars Of Clay

World without end, are you ending?

Labeled a friend you’re unfriending

Disposable me, pose-able you

Any position we want to do

Another song you forget by the ending

Plastic we don’t know we’re spending

My favorite shows have all cancelled

And every patent is pending

Look in my eyes.

Touch my face

We’re limping along in the human race

Our jeans have become complicated

The promise of love is downgraded

Faith in available excess

Proof we were destined to care less

It’s life on the wrong side of rapture

Dismiss what we can’t manufacture

Compassion just sounds like complaining

Hit the keys but the notes aren’t sustaining

We lost everything in the fractures

Uprootings and wanted departures

Look in my eyes.

Touch my face

We’re limping along in the human race

The sound of your heartbeat is out of place

Limping along in the human race