Try

Are you waiting for an invitation, the writing on the wall

Well, let me be the one to tell you, God's not gonna' call

Hey, you need a new connection, a celestial dial tone

But even then, I'm pretty sure He won't pick up the phone

I hear a lot of chatter and a lot of spoken words

Sentences with adjectives just waiting for the verb

Never-ending recollections of missed opportunities

Well, you've done enough reflection, man

It's time to get up off your knees and . . .

Try, anything is better

Then to sit around rejecting every single reason why

Try, 'cause soon turns into never

While you're waiting for that oh-so-perfect moment to arrive

That never comes

It never comes

You say how you've been kicked around, knocked right off your feet

Then defend your hesitation with your clever double-speak

Well, if somethings gonna' happen - hey, something's got to move

I see no mountains dancing - so, it might as well be you, so . . .

Ah, you talk about tomorrow like it's a million years away

And revel in the close calls - the ones that got away

I know - yesterdays are comfortable . . . old familiar scenes

But listen, everyone's afraid to live a life they really mean, so . . .