Lyrics
[Verse 1]
God it's me again, sitting on this old porch swing
Looking at the sky like it's holding all the answers
I keep running after things that shine and fade
Chasing dreams that burn out like old porch lanterns
[Verse 2]
I'm wearing myself thin on a road that don't lead home
Running circles just to keep from feeling lost
I keep telling myself that the next thing will fix me
But what if I'm chasing the wrong kind of cross
[Chorus]
What matters most, God, cause I don't know
Is it the house, the job, the money, or the soul
I keep pouring my heart into things that don't hold
Feeling empty as a bottle at the end of the road
I'm searching for answers but they're buried in dust
So tell me what matters most before I turn to rust
[Verse 3]
I see people with smiles that look so damn sure
Like they got life all figured out and framed in gold
But I feel like a ghost in a crowded room
With a heart full of nothing but things I can't hold
[Verse 4]
I keep praying to you but the words don't sound right
Maybe I'm speaking too loud or not loud enough
I keep asking for signs but the world's so damn quiet
Like you're waiting for me to let go of all this stuff
[Chorus]
What matters most, God, cause I don't know
Is it the house, the job, the money, or the soul
I keep pouring my heart into things that don't hold
Feeling empty as a bottle at the end of the road
I'm searching for answers but they're buried in dust
So tell me what matters most before I turn to rust
[Bridge]
Maybe it's the quiet things
A smile on a child's face
The way mama called me baby
The way your hands felt like grace
Maybe it's the morning sun and the feel of a good night's rest
Maybe it's the way he looked at me when he said I was blessed
[Chorus]
What matters most, God, I think I know
Ain't the house, the job, the money, or the show
It's the moments in between when the noise finally fades
It's the hands that hold mine at the end of the day
I keep searching for answers but they're right here in the dust
You're what matters most, God, when I'm losing my trust
[Outro]
God it's me again, sitting on this old porch swing
Looking at the sky, finally hearing you sing