Oh the days when I drew lines around My faith to keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe. Oh the sense of my own self-entitlement To say who's wrong, who won't be long, or cannot stay. Cause somebody somewhere decided we'd be better off divided. And somehow, despite the damage done He says come:
CHORUS: There is room enough for all of us Please come, and the arms are open wide enough Please come, and our parts are never greater than the sum This is the heart of the one who Stands before the open door and bids us come.
Oh the times when I have failed to Recognize how many chairs are Gathered there around the feast. To break the bread and break these Boundries that have kept us From our only common ground the Invitation to sit down if we will come:
Come from the best of humanity Come from the depths of depravity Come now and see how we need every Different beat on this same street. Come.