O lord I think I’m falling; to my disbelief,
I’m cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief.
It’s hard to heed the calling from the better side me
when I’m blaming everybody else and no one’s coming clean.

O lord can you see my thick skin wearing thin
and the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in.
Those who gathered ‘round me – I’m watching them all leave;
cause I am my own ragged company.

You can take a trip to China or take a boat to Spain,
take a blue canoe around the world and never come back again,
but traveling don’t change a thing, it only makes it worse,
unless the trip you take is in to change your cruel course,
‘cause every town’s got a mirror and every mirror still shows me
that I am my own ragged company.

Won’t you help me lord, won’t you help me lord
Someone cut the cord, and I’m falling down again

O lord it’s lonely, lord it’s mighty cold
and I don’t want to live this way; afraid of growing old.
It’s hard to heed the warning when you cannot see the crime
the only way to remember is to forget in a rhyme.
And I’m scared to tread the red road that leads to Galilee,
cause I am my own ragged company.