When I was little, I used to sit by the window and watch the world go by
And my, oh my, did the world go by
Because time flew, yes time flies
And it carries us all to the day we're six feet deep with services by graveside
And all we ever really want is for it to be a great ride
So I used to sit in the backseat on the driver's side passing time
And I'd watch every single car that passed us by
Or at least I'd try
And at ten years old, all I could think was I wonder where they're gonna go on the day they die
And still to this day I look out my window
And sometimes I roll it down and I let the wind blow
And I close my eyes and I listen to the sound of travelers traveling by
With the Sun on my face as it illuminates the sky
And I could still hear the sweet voice of my mom from those long Sunday drives
She'd say, "Son, you can be anything that you want to be
And if it were up to me, I'd make you believe that God's plans for you aren't make-believe, they're reality"
And Mom I've been out here living those dreams and I hope you're proud of me
Because you taught me what it's like to live life powerfully
You showed me what it's like to silence the voices of those who say life is only a pursuit of the salary
What a travesty
To live for money, it's a tragedy
So Mom, to be rich with no faith, forget it because broke is what I'd rather be
Because if money talks, I don't want it to talk to me
Because I'd rather be a poor man stuck in poverty
Than to be a slave to paper refusing to trust in God's sovereignty
At ten years old, I was inspired
I was inspired
I was inspired to live a life that inspires others to take off the flat tires
And travel freely down the highway
Like I don't care what Satan tells me, not one single thing is gonna stand in my way
Because I'd rather be out here being made fun of for Jesus than to be forgotten in my driveway
And let's be real, man, so many of us do
And we waste opportunities to get out there and spread truth
And we wake up at 85 and say what happened to my youth, I never put it to use
Christians afraid of letting their voice be heard
Even more afraid of letting God's voice be heard through them
Not realizing that their life is on display and it's a show for all to see like Truman
And the dead men around them, by the power of their testimony, could become new men
And we make excuses as to why we don't live sold out like, "Yo, man, I'm just human"
Yes, you are, but God isn't
And when He hung on that cross and said it is finished
He gave you a blank page and pen and said here write the first and last sentence
It's a war, are you gonna sit on the sidelines or get up and get in this?
'Cause it's a fight, man
Every day, it's a battle for what's right
It's a fight for your life
And so often the wrong feels so right
But I read the last page of the Bible, believe me, it's gonna be alright
But until He comes like a thief in the night
I'm gonna live this life like every day is a gift from God
Because every day is a gift from God
And God didn't give us this gift
So that we would wallow and be set adrift into a sea of selfishness
Like what can I achieve, and how much can I get?
So we buy into this American Dream, but really
It's just an American scheme
A suicidal society where we scorn the Tim Tebows but celebrate the Charlie Sheens
And we wonder why we're losing the teens
And we wonder what it all means
It means that sin is on the rise, we bought into its lies
Thank God Jesus is still in the business of saving lives
And He could save yours just like He saved mine
And because He did, I don't have to focus on who I was or what I did
Because Jesus forgave, yes Jesus forgives
Not that we would drive through this life looking in the rearview
At the old you
Because Jesus doesn't say I told you
He only says I love you
Three nails and two wooden beams
Believe me, man, He loves you
And His promises are true
And the Bible is truth
And liberal professors who bash Him are fools
But God still loves fools, and I'm really no better than them
I'm just a messed-up dude who struggles with sin
But I'm not about to deny my Creator to get an A on a paper
Because one day my name will be written on a different piece of paper
Whether it's soon or whether it's later
And someone in a suit and tie will stand on a stage as my loved ones cry
And he'll say the year I was born and the year that I died
And when they call my name, I'll be far above the fray in a place far away
All because I chose Jesus over this
Because I didn't wanna sell away my Savior like Judas with a wink and a kiss
You can't pump the brakes on life's highway
You can't go back and you can't go sideways
And if I had it my way, I'd go back to the ten-year-old me, and I'd say
"Clayton, don't waste one opportunity to pray
Be different from this world and stand out in every way"
Because we're all just traveling to our grave
And when you stand before Jesus, what will you say?