Muscle'n Flo

Oh, in the morning
 I stumble my way towards the mirror
 And my makeup, it's light out, and I now
 Face just what I'm made of
 There's so much more left to do
 But I'm not young, but I'm not through
 Oh, in the evening
 I stumble my way towards
 Another daily struggle, its dark out, its time now
 That I pick up my hustle
 Make a call, make some cash
 Make your mark, make it last
 Tiny scores, tiny rooms
 Lofty goals met too soon
 Too soon
 And here I stand a broken man
 If I could I would raise my hands
 I come before you humbly
 If I could I'd be on my knees
 Come and lay down your head upon my chest
 Feel my heart beat, feel my unrest
 If Jesus could only wash my feet
 Then I'd get up strong, and muscle on
 Oh, in the morning
 I stumble my way towards the mirror
 And my makeup, its light out, and I now
 Face just what I'm made of
 There's so much more left to do
 Well I'm not young, but I'm not through
 Tiny scores, tiny rooms
 Lofty goals met too soon
 Too soon