Jars of Clay - Left undone

^FI can hear the choir singing from the ^Gmtop of their ^Dmlungs Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run I thought that everything would turn out right, now look what I’ve become A man I wouldn’t have respect for if I’d met me when I was young

^BbI will try to make up ^Cfor lost time forsaking ^Dmall I’ve done an^Fd left undon^Bbe I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone

^FTrace the roots of old cathedrals just to see ^Gmwhere they’^Dmd go A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun I thought that everything would turn out right but look what I’ve become

^BbI will leave this ^Dmfiring ^Cline, ^BbI have nothing^Dm to re^Cwind I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone All I’ve done and left undone, all I’ve done and left undone All I’ve done and left undone.