Some folks can't wait Till God gets wind of what has happened to me I've got some doubts and questions Don't you see They say, "What does the poor boy Think he's doing hanging around our door We discussed this before There ain't room for him no more" One more time, one more time Won't you take the time to help me One more time One more time, one more time Please take the time to help me this time It's a scary thing To hang between Heaven and Hell And comfort is not in No trite clichés But try as I might that's all I got From some personnel If my fate was their will I'd be hanging there still Well a friend of mine and I We talked for hours and days Stayed up nights to help me Think about it We did not leave a single stone unturned In all of my mind Now my doubts are unwinding And I'm feeling fine