Fence Riders

Am I foolishness to you And is it laughable the things I do Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine Am I foolishness to you Can I sing about my maker And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry You call it loosening up Loosening up I call it spiraling down Only one thing's the same Only one thing remains Jesus Jesus Can I sing about my maker And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry You're all asleep You're all asleep You're all asleep oh children But he's over needed You don't see it no Can I sing about my maker And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry Can I sing about my maker And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry