Pilgrim's Progress

Is a divining run defining your walk with God? You're wearing cleats You've no contempts spread from footsteps with familiar tread I'm washing feet But you're so open, open, open I don't see your [?] Right through the tears, the [?], the mournful cries I've swallowed them down the past few weeks Forklift to [?] Forget to right up off the ground And all that's said and done, the battle's lost The grudge is won, we'll try to sleep And overnight, the wounds will heal In spite of themselves But for now, they're open, open, open I could use a [?] pocketbook Give me the answer yes I'm ready yes I'm sitting down I'm ready to speak [Chorus x8] I need a forklift to Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground Forklift to Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground...