Like a tree without its branches, like a fire without a light
You’re a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight
Like a ship without an anchor, you’re a boat without a crew
You hide the light inside you as you’re whoring out the truth

On the outside you’re pretty, on the inside you’re drenched
In the blood of the anointed in the wound of the oppressed
Fill your cup full of sorrows as you soil the master’s clothes
You were faithful at the wedding feast, but now wasted in the road

Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill, you are tattered and torn
You defy your maker in your return to the scorn

Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet
Will you make your decision, are you chaff or are you wheat?
Will you rise or will you crawl, will you stand or will you fall?
Will you be the ones He's called you to be
Or turn away and run I say, no

Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill, you are tattered and torn
You defy your maker in your return to the scorn

Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet
Will you make your decision, are you chaff or are you wheat?
Will you rise or will you crawl, will you stand or will you fall?
Will you be the ones He's called you to be
Or turn away and run I say, no

No more on the fence

Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill, you are tattered and torn
You defy your maker in your return to the scorn

Like a city on a hill
Like a city on a hill
Like a city on a hill
No more on the fence

Like a city on a hill
Like a city on a hill
Like a city on a hill
No more on the fence