Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
the wrong side of the room,
the wrong side of the world.
Can`t put my finger on the mood.
It`s not melancholy, anger or the blues.
I love my husband, my house, my job.
Couldn`t be any better,
and really what else is there?
Then I realize I`m forgetting God,
and that`s the root of all my misery.
Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me?
. Chorus: How is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last,
and what has happened since?
How is it between us? How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last, and what has happened?
. When I wake up I am on my way,
reinventing the wheel and saving the day.
I have learned this lesson a thousand times,
I am the branch, and you are the vine.
Apart from you we are mice and men,
with our fancy dreams of grandeur and no way to get there.
Oh I can think about you now and then,
or I can make a mark on eternity.
Lord first of all, how is it, between you and me?
. Chorus .
So let the wicked prosper, let the oceans roar,
let the mountains crumble, and fall into the sea.
There`s something more important weighing on my mind.
Lord first of all, how is it between you and me?
. Chorus.