Isn't It Love

Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo
 Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too
 Another day in these dirty old blues
 And I don't seem to mind
 This is a thing that confounds me
 You can find me, you surround and remind me
 I lose my way and I forget about you
 But you still remember me
 Isn't it love?
 This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints
 Isn't it love?
 This well that won't run dry
 When I think about that prodigal son
 I've got to smile when I see the old man run
 And I know that you love us the same
 'Cause the sun came up today
 Just as if we deserved it
 Just as if anyone of us fools was worth it
 Truth is that we'll never be perfect
 But you love us just the same
 Isn't it love?
 This ran that falls on the sinners and the saints
 Isn't it love?
 This well that won't run dry
 Isn't it love?
 Oh isn't it love?
 Isn't it love to look down from the sky
 And see your only son on the cross askin' why
 And somehow let him die that way
 And not call the whole thing off
 All for this man stuck in Kalamazoo
 Loses his bags and his way sometimes too
 But that was somethin' that you already knew
 And still you died for me
 Isn't it love, isn't it love and isn't it love?
 This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints
 Isn't it love?
 This well that won't run dry
 Isn't it love?
 These mercies are made new every mornin'
 Isn't it love, isn't it love and isn't it love?
 Isn't it love?