I read that Jesus walked the stormy sea and he pulled Peter upnSaid, Man you gotta believe menAnd he shared with his disciplesnSaid, Heres how to be freenIf you asked me I'd say most daysnI totally agreenBut right now I can't pray, I don't feel like talking to GodnI need somebody out there with a little skin on themnnHmm Mmm-mm-mmmnnWhen I read that story I heard thunder everywherenI could hear that boat crashing on the wavesnThe bow is in the airnAnd I have respect for Peter who had faith enough to darenStep out onto the waternWhile all the others starednAnd when hell is on your back, nSometimes you think you got strength and you say,nHey Lord, save me, I'm drownin' out here!nnBut I'm caught somewhere between Faith and DoubtnAnd I feel like I'm never going to find my way back outta here.nnLast night I felt free just like I was a kidnSo I layed in the grass and thought of all the things I didnWhen I didn't know of pressure it was easy to forgivenYou didnt have to be perfect nNot in my neighborhoodnI don�t know what year things became so unclear�but I�m still here.nBut I�m caught somewhere between Faith and DoubtnAnd I feel like I'm never going to find my way back outta here.