Did I waste my time on all that Prayer?

Age of Anxiety

I just wanna live inside sometimes
Don’t wanna have to beg you to subscribe
Are you a man before your father dies?
“But what’s a man these days?” I hear you cry
And are we raising up our children right?
Is my career gonna reignite?
See all the virtue signalers tonight
I want that bandwagon to pass me by

Well, I’ve been scratching around in the dirt
Looking for meaning in the cold, cold earth
To gather in what’s left of your self-worth
‘Cause only love is what survives of us

‘Cause I hold on to you
And you hold on to me
A tiny victory in the age of anxiety

Do those kids know that I was somebody?
And I’ve kept all my texts from Amy
My mother was one of those bodies
Another stranger off the ferry

Don’t wanna put my hands up in the air
And raise my phone up like I just don’t care
At our age, blow me down the White House stairs
Oh, did I waste my time on all that prayer?
No, I won’t be your apparatchik*
And be the kind who’s blind to all its magic
So here comes your European exit
With asylum seekers in your attic

So I hold on to you
And you hold on to me
A tiny victory in the age of anxiety

Today, I do not feel like being strong
I don’t wanna admit to the world, I’m wrong
Don’t make me feel that I have to belong
I hope the band won’t make me sing along

‘Cause I hold on to you
And you hold on to me
A tiny victory in the age of anxiety
A shining victory in the age of anxiety

I hope the band won’t make me sing along
I hope the band won’t make me sing along
(Ah, ah, ah) ah, mmm
The age of anxiety
I hope the band (ah, ah)
I hope the band (ah, ah)
I hope the band (ah, ah)
I hope the band (ah, ah)

I hope the band won’t make me
Whoa, whoa
I hope the band won’t make me
Whoa, whoa
I hope the band won’t make me
Whoa, whoa
I hope the band won’t make me
Whoa, whoa (love survives of us)
Whoa, whoa (love survives of us)
Whoa, whoa (only love survives of us)
(Whoa, only love survives of us)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jamie Cullum

The Age Of Anxiety lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Released 2019

*apparatchik ~ fellow traveller, comrade.


It is interesting to listen to Jamie’s creative process based on discovering old text from Amy Winehouse (note his reference to Amy in the 4th paragraph of his song) – but the line that caught my attention was this:

Don’t wanna put my hands up in the air
And raise my phone up like I just don’t care
At our age, blow me down the White House stairs
Oh, did I waste my time on all that prayer?

Here Cullum captures the threads of our age of anxiety, with the inspiration of the late Amy Winehouse, and thrusts us to the uncomfortable question of faith – whether he intended to or not.  Do we not all ask ourselves, “did I waste my time on all that prayer”… “am I wasting time on prayer now?”

It is not for me to answer for you, but prayer more than anything is the expression of our heart to the heart of God in the time most expressive of our need for connection with the One who made us for Himself.

Now… let us pray…

About R.H. (Rusty) Foerger

As I enter the third third of life, I am becoming aware of the role of elders today “to enlarge spiritual vision, being devoted to prayer, living in the face of death, as a living curriculum of the Christian life” (Dr. James M. Houston). I am a life long and life wide learner who seeks to: *decipher the enigma of our worth *rescue from the agony of prayerlessness *integrate spiritual friendship.
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