We wear it on our face.
We keep up with the pace and don’t slow down.
But perfection without grace is such a lonely place to be found.
We go ‘round and ‘round and never really move at all.

Oh, we are bruised and destined to lose doing this alone.
Oh, let it fall and cover us all – this grace that’s not our own.

See it in our eyes. We’re running for the prize. Don’t burn out.
But without a hand to hold, we’ll never really know what life’s about.
We go ‘round and ‘round and never really move at all.

Oh, we are bruised and destined to lose doing this alone.
Oh, let it fall and cover us all – this grace that’s not our own.

Let’s live like we’re alive. We’ll take the pain in stride.
We’ll learn from our mistakes and be glad we ever tried.
Let’s live like we’re alive.
Live like we’re alive and run with him into the night!

Oh, we are bruised and destined to lose doing this alone.
Oh, let it fall and cover us all – this grace that’s not our own.