[Intro – Slow steel guitar, heartbeat kick drum, light piano chords] (Spoken softly – Artist 1) Yeah… We ain’t saints, but we ain’t lost Not when grace rides shotgun VERSE 1 (Artist 1 – rap) I grew up with calloused hands, raised on dust and doubt Bar fights and backroads, tryin’ to figure it out Had a Bible in the dash, but I ain’t cracked it for years Had more faith in my fist than I did in my tears Life hit like a freight train, pride took the wheel Tried to outrun the shame but it stayed on my heels But in the silence, I heard that still small voice Didn’t sound like thunder, just a whisper of choice [CHORUS (Artist 2 – singing, emotional country twang with harmonies)] I’ve been runnin’ with the outlaws, searchin’ for my soul Driftin’ through the dark like a bullet with no goal But He found me in the valley, even bruised and strange Turns out Heaven’s got room for the wild and the changed Yeah, He saves outlaws… and sends angels for the ride [Light fiddle fills after chorus, beat drops slightly] VERSE 2 (Artist 1 – rap, faster cadence) Preacher said “Son, you’re one prayer from home” But I laughed, flipped a coin, kept ridin’ alone Thought grace was for the clean, mercy for the few But He showed up in bars, not just in the pew Tattooed past, got dirt on my name But the Lamb still bled for a runaway flame Now I walk with a limp from the weight I dropped Carried by a Savior that the world forgot [CHORUS (Artist 2 – repeat, fuller instrumentation)] I’ve been runnin’ with the outlaws, searchin’ for my soul Driftin’ through the dark like a bullet with no goal But He found me in the valley, even bruised and strange Turns out Heaven’s got room for the wild and the changed Yeah, He saves outlaws… and sends angels for the ride [BRIDGE (Artist 2 – soft falsetto, then builds)] Ain’t about the steeple, ain’t about the fame It’s the broken who remember why He came Chains on the heart don’t last when He calls Even rebels got a place in those gates and those halls [Drop beat – moment of silence before final verse] VERSE 3 (Artist 1 – rap, most powerful verse, emotional climax) Now I ride with a fire, scars turned to proof Every wound’s a verse in a testimony truth I ain’t perfect, but I’m free — blood-bought and real And every mile I take, I feel Him at the wheel [FINAL CHORUS (Artist 2 – big gospel choir behind him)] I’ve been runnin’ with the outlaws, searchin’ for my soul Driftin’ through the dark like a bullet with no goal But He found me in the valley, even bruised and strange Turns out Heaven’s got room for the wild and the changed Yeah, He saves outlaws… and sends angels for the ride [Outro – slow acoustic strum, both artists together] (Spoken – Artist 1) He ain’t lookin’ for perfect… (Sung softly – Artist 2) …just the ones who say yes.
