[Verse] Joey's a boy, he's got hands of gold Prefers to work with his hands, truth be told Lost in the noise of a world so loud Screaming "be like the rest, play by the crowd" [Verse 2] But in the story of a man who bled A tale unfolds, whispering in his head Theory's limited, hearts bear the weight The truth lies beneath, it's never too late [Chorus] Nailed or not, the carpenter's truth In sacrifice, we find our own proof Through love and pain, grace takes its stand In the palm of his hand, we all understand (ooh-yeah)
