Standing at the edge
Overlooking all I hate
I stumble again and again
It just seems too late

That You won't forget this sin
The hindrances that block me
From seeking Your will
Keep me from being set free

And where is Your Spirit to fill?
The Spirit–do I really have,
Am I really, truly filled?
Sometimes I just get so mad

Somehow never that thrilled
Though I've been blessed a lot
Slowly disrespecting You
And this life that You've bought

Walk away, walk away
Standing at the edge today
I hear them say, "You're just afraid to stay..."
Walk away, walk away

Come on, walk away!
Walk away, I say
I hear them say, "You're just afraid to play..."
Walk away, walk away

Come on, walk away!
Come away with Me today
You'll hear them say, "You're just afraid to play..."
Walk away, walk away

Walk away.