Moving Target Lyrics by Gable Price and Friends
I used to think rain was God crying
‘Cause the city broke His heart
And the sun would stop shining
If I ever smoked a dart
They say the best way to quit it
Is to never even start
I’m throwing punches in the darkness
Tryna hit a moving target, yeah
Maybe the devil’s out to get us
Plotting our demise
Or the fire’s just the judgement
‘Cause I didn’t guard my eyes
I know I’m bad at forgiving
But do I deserve to fry?
Is it a heartache or a headache
That keeps me up at night?
I know
I’m running out of answers
I know
I’m running out of chances
I know
I’m throwing darts in the dark
Trying to hit a moving target
I know
That I don’t know
I know
That I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I felt God in an airplane
Shaking through the clouds
The same storm that causes pouring rain
Is bringing life to the ground
Maybe the best way to lose it
Is to never even try
Tryna organize the infinite
Like it’ll fit inside my mind
I know
I’m running out of answers
I know
I’m running out of chances
I know
I’m throwing darts in the dark
Trying to hit a moving target
I know
That I don’t know
I know
That I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I know, I know, I know
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t know
Could the Savior cleanse the chem trails
And it’s all part of a plan?
I wonder if He thinks we’re needy
Or He’s used to our demands
I saw an angel in the outfield
And in the stars and in the sky
‘Cause when you’re looking for an answer
Maybe everything’s a sign
