The Singer

I saw a rich man on his knees
Begging the poor man 'help me please'
I have a home and I have it made
But I'm alone and I'm afraid
Take my money and give me praise
The rich man's always last to get saved

I sat and watched the pretty girls go by
They never noticed me and I wondered why
Did they know or even care
That I'm the saddest boy out there
They know me only by this face
Beauty's always last to get saved

Oh then Oh who then Oh who can be saved
When I lay down in the dust
Will you raise me up again
Oh then Oh who then Oh who can be saved
All I know is that I know
Beauty's always last to get saved

Sing sing give me something to feel
Tell me a fantasy, why not make it real
Close your eyes and dream of me
There's always someone else you you
You made me stand up on this stage
The singer's always last to get saved

Oh then Oh who then Oh who can be saved
When I lay down in the dust
Will you raise me up again
Oh then Oh who then Oh who can be saved
All I know is that I know
The singer's always last to get saved.