The more I travel and the more I see,
It seems that the more confused I be.
People want this but they don't want that,
Confused they are as a matter of fact.
I can't make up my mind on what I need to do,
Too much decision making, makes me feel so blue.
If I'm wrong or even if I'm right,
I lay awake in the nighttime, struggleing with the fight.
Where do I go, or what do I say,
Will they really like me, or send me away?
If I make a stand, will it be worth the while?
What really happens if I go the extra mile?
So I keep it all simple, I keep it all straight
I don't lose my rest, I don't stay up late.
To worry is wrong, God says it's a sin,
I lay it all upon the alter, and simply trust Him