I'm losing touch with the fathernWho always swore to be therenI'm holding hands with the devil nAnd I feel just finenAnd is there Jesus within me, nCause I coulda swore he was therenAnd as the sins of my youth overwhelm menI fear I'm gonna dienDiennBecause I'm scared, I'm scared so muchnDoesn't there have to be a rule for it?nCause I can't imagine a love where, nThere doesn't have to be a rule for itnnI'm having questions that shakenThe conviction in my soulnAnd the conclusions are not sufficient answersnTo make the questions gonnSo I assume I'll struggle along herenWith my chin up like a mannAnd hope that God has the mercynNot to strike me, or kill me where I standnStandnnBecause I'm scared, I'm scared so muchnDoesn't there have to be a rule for it?nCause I can't imagine a love where, nThere doesn't have to be a rule for itnnLa, La, LanLa, La, LanLa, La, La, LanLa, La, Lan