The Root of All My Misery

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
The wrong side of the room,
The wrong side of the world.

Can't put my finger on the mood,
It's not melancholy,
Anger, or the blues.

And I love my husband, my house, my job;
Couldn't be any better,
And really, what else is there?

Then I realize I'm forgetting God;
It's the root of all my misery.
Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me?

How is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened since?

Oh, how is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened?

When I wake up I am on my way,
Reinventing the wheel
And saving the day.

And I've learned this lesson a thousand times:
I am the branch
And you are the vine.

Apart from you we are mice and men
With our fancy dreams of grandeur
And no way to get there.

And I can think about you now and then,
Or I can make a mark on eternity.
Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me?

How is it between us, Lord?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened since?

Oh, how is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened?

So, let the wicked prosper,
Let the oceans roar,
Let the mountains crumble and fall into the sea.

There's something more important
Weighing on my mind:
Lord, how is it, how is it between you and me?

Oh, how is it between us, Lord?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened since?

How is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened?
When did I talk to you last
And what has happened...
Since?

-Sara Groves