I have some friends who have decided
The old ways are just antiquated
This is fine if we're discussing Apple and PC
But when it comes down to what's in the Bible
If it was true back then
Who am I to decide this world needs my philosophy
You can call me old fashioned
Say I'm steeped in tradition
But when your luck runs out and your rainbow fades
I'll still be seeking The Son
Who died for my sins
Said I must be born again
What my Grandpa preached is good enough for me
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Now maybe you question your decision
This world will try your convictions
You'd better know what you believe when adversity comes
There was a man who built his house on the solid rock
When the waves came crashing down
It was the only thing left standing while the other man built on sand
You can call me old fashioned
Say I'm steeped in tradition
But when your luck runs out and your rainbow fades
I'll still be seeking The Son
Who died for my sins
Said I must be born again
What my Grandpa preached is good enough for me
If it ain't broke don't fix it
It's hard to improve on perfect love
And this thing we call The Gospel
There's nothing new under the sun
There's no better way
There's only one way
You can call me old fashioned
Say I'm steeped in tradition
But when your luck runs out and your rainbow fades
I'll still be seeking The Son
Who died for my sins
Said I must be born again
What my Grandpa preached is good enough for me
If it ain't broke don't fix it