I look the part,
blend in with the rest of the church crowd.
I know the routine,
I could list all the Bible studies in town.
Watch Christian TV,
I know all the preachers, their cliches.
Been born again, without a doubt I know I'm saved.

But sometimes I hurt, and sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I can't get it right
no matter how hard I seem to try.
Sometimes I fall down, stumble over my own disguise.
I try to look strong as the whole world looks on,
but sometimes alone I cry.

I try to speak faith, never give the devil one inch to get in.
I do worship and praise,
let everybody know just where that I stand.
On the back of my ride is a fish
and a cross for the world to see.
I know god is good all of the time,
Yes, there's no doubt for me.

But sometimes I hurt, and sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I can't get it right
no matter how hard I seem to try.
Sometimes I fall down, stumble over my own disguise.
I try to look strong as the whole world looks on,
but sometimes alone I cry.

Sometimes I fall down, stumble over my own disguise.
I try to look strong as the whole world looks on,
but sometimes alone I cry.

I try to look strong as the whole world looks on,
but sometimes alone I cry.