[Verse 1 — close, almost spoken] You were five minutes late, I made it who you are. Called it having standards While you stood outside my door. I let your call ring out, Then prayed He’d answer mine. I gave you thirty seconds, Asked heaven for more time. [Pre-Chorus — rising] Quick with the verdict, Slow with the truth. I want mercy for me, A sentence for you. I cross out your name Till the page looks clean. Then the pen turns round And points straight back at me. [Chorus — wide, melodic] If God were as impatient As we are with one another, There’d be nineteen people Walking the Earth. Nineteen people, Walking the Earth. Oh, would I be one? Would I be one? [Verse 2 — rhythmic, half-rapped] At the kitchen table, You start, I cut you short. I turn your smallest silence Into evidence in court. You reach across the table, I pull my coffee close. Say, “You know my temper,” Like it isn’t what I chose. [Pre-Chorus] Quick with the verdict, Slow with the truth. I want mercy for me, A sentence for you. I cross out your name Till the page looks clean. Then the pen turns round And points straight back at me. [Chorus] If God were as impatient As we are with one another, There’d be nineteen people Walking the Earth. Nineteen people, Walking the Earth. Oh, would I be one? Would I be one? [Bridge — beat drops away] One hand on the handle, One thumb above Send. If I can choose to cut you off, I can choose to let you in. Let the word stay unsent. Let the door swing wide. If I want more time from heaven, I can give you some of mine. [Final Chorus — full harmonies] If God were as impatient As we are with one another, There’d be nineteen people Walking the Earth. Nineteen people, Walking the Earth. Oh, would I be one? Would I be one? [Outro — almost whispered] Your name lights up the room. This time, I answer.
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