Lyrics

I led a lamb out to be slaughtered
The shepherd came and he’s waiting outside
He hooked his staff in the crook of my collar
And with a tug of the rod down cast my eyes

Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time

Out in the world without my father
No one here teaching wrong from right
Raised alone by a working mother
She was barely grown by the time I arrived

How would it feel to find peace in this place?
I swear I’d kneel if I believed in grace
To late to heal, I cannot erase
The deed this time

Momma said I’d follow in your footsteps
It’s funny how since we never even met
It ain’t a home if the household’s wounded
I started as a hand with a losing bet

Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time

How would it feel to find peace in this place?
I swear I’d kneel if I believed in grace
To late to heal, I cannot erase
The deed this time

Oh and I should’ve seen the signs to change
But I declined
Oh and I’ve never seen the face
That makes up part of mine

Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time

I led a lamb out to be slaughtered
The shepherd came and he took me inside
I rinsed my face in the basin water
Reflecting back I don’t recognize