Текст: Lincoln Brewster. Real Life. Made For More.

Don't care about money, don't care about fame
Not chasing some great accolade
Oh, I want more

I've never been much for flattery
So don't waste that kind of talk on me
Oh, I want more

More than this whole world can offer
More than all that time destroys
And all I've wanted here can't satisfy my wanting
'Cause I was made, made for more

Well, I've climbed as high as status goes
But I've got social vertigo
Oh, I want more

Never thought my gifts would seal my worth
I never wanted fans, just wanted church
Oh, I want more

More than this whole world can offer
More than all that time destroys
And all I've wanted here can't satisfy my wanting
'Cause I was made, made for more

And after all I wasn't made for here
But I give myself to all You gave

Well, I wanna see my kids grow old
And always have Your hand to hold
Oh, I was made, made for more, made for more