You're buildin' a ship with no sails, 
and settin' out to brave the open seas. 
You're standing for your God, 
by [bad word] something so far off. 
Don't you see the irony? 

He gave me a train with no tracks, 
with no where to build a bountiful stead. 
Despite all I lack, You'll find he will not turn his back. 
Don't you see the irony? 

If the blind can see you, 
And the lame can meet you, 
And the dead embrace you, 
If you never gave them the means to believe. 
And that makes no sense to me. 

He gave me a voice that speaks out, 
But paired it with a mind that's filled with doubt. 
If I'm to find the son, 
I need something more than song to pull me from this cave of questioning. 

Forgive me, he said to build a home, 
and watch all the walls fall on me. 
I can't change what I am, 
The lions always kill the lamb. 
[Don't you see the irony? (x2)] 

If the blind can see you, 
And the lame can meet you, 
And the dead embrace you, 
If you never gave them the means to believe. 
And that makes no sense to me. 

Will I embrace you? 
Will you ever give me the means to believe? 
Answer me, please?