"Lost To Be Found" lyrics

You could always find a bottle and a Bible
On the nightstand by his bed
One was full and one was empty
And I bet by now you know which one he read
I'd find him passed out on the floor, waking up wanting more
Of the wrong crown

There's still a lot of lost to be found
He could turn around
And start running from all the things
That have always kept him down
Right now
That's why I'm begging asking please
Cause it'd sure be nice if he was Heaven bound
There's still a lot of lost to be found

It's been hell, it's been a struggle
Watching him dig through the rubble
And the mess
And I know that he would go back
Figure out where he got off track
But that train's left
He wouldn't be laying on the floor
Shaky and pale wanting more
Of the wrong crown

There's still a lot of lost to be found
He could turn around
And start running from all the things
That have always kept him down
Right now
That's why I'm begging asking please
Cause it'd sure be nice if he was Heaven bound
There's still a lot of lost to be found

I know I'm just a ripple in the ocean
So God if you might take the notion
Please, let him slip right through those pearly gates

There's still a lot of lost to be found
He could turn around
And start running from all the things
That have always kept him down
Right now
That's why I'm down here on my knees
Cause it'd sure be nice if he was Heaven bound
Yeah, it'd sure be nice if Dad was Heaven bound
There's still a lot of lost to be found