If I was driven...driven ahead by some noble ideal, who took the wheel'
If I was given...given a glimpse of some glorious road, when was it sold'
So caught up in the chase, keep forgetting my place.

Just as I am: I am stiff-necked and proud,
Jesus is for losers; why do I still play to the crowd'
Just as I am; pass the compass please,
Jesus is for losers; I'm off about a hundred degrees.

If I was groping...groping around for some ladder to fame, I am ashamed,
If I was hoping...hoping respect would make a sturdy footstool, I am a fool,
Bone-weary every climb, blindsided every time.

Just as I am: I am needy and dry,
Jesus is for losers - you "self-made" need not apply,
Just as I am: in a desert crawl,
Lord, I'm so thirsty, take me to the waterfall.

And if you're certain...certain your life is some cosmic mistake, why do you shake'
And if you're certain...certain that faith is some know-nothing mask, why do you still ask'
They don't grade here on the curve - we both know what we deserve.

Just as you are: just a wretch like me,
Jesus is for losers - grace from the blood of a tree,
Just as we are: at a total loss,
Jesus is for losers broken at the foot of the cross,
Just as I am; pass the compass, please,
Jesus is for losers; I'm off about a hundred degrees,
Just as I am: in a desert crawl,
Lord, I'm so thirsty, take me to the waterfall.