There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
There's a whole lot of pride that won't let go
There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
That shows no sign of giving up control
I've drawn all the curtains
I've turned out all the lights
Scared to death somebody else might see
There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
And there's no one here but me
There's a whole lot of demons in this room
They want it all, and they don't want to share
There's a whole lot of demons in this room
And none of them believe in fighting fair
Some sit on my left
Some sit on my right
They talk so loud it's hard to disagree
I'm surrounded by the demons in this room
And there's no one here but me
And I can't quite remember how to pray anymore
I can't quite remember what to say anymore
If it turns out that I can't have my way anymore
How will I know which way to turn, when I walk out the door?
There's a molecule of faith in this room
What they used to call the mustard seed
There's a molecule of faith in this room
And a book that says that's all I'll ever need
I don't know where it is, but I hope I find it soon
'Cause nothing else will ever set me free
There's a molecule of faith in this room
And even though it's much too small to see
If I have the courage to believe
I'll find the one who left it here for me

There's a picture that I carry
One we made some time ago
When they ask who's in the picture with me
I say just someone I used to know
Just someone, I used to spend some time with
Just a flame, that's lost it's glow
But I don't them of the nights I cried without you
I say just someone I used to know
Just someone, I used to run around with
Just a friend from long ago
I don't tell them, how lost I am without you
I say just someone I used to know
I say just someone I used to know

Writer : BRETT JAMES, DONALD ALAN JR. SCHLITZ
Copyright : Lyrics © STAGE THREE SONGS , STAGE THREE SONGS OBO CORNMAN MUSIC