I've written you a lot of songs
The kind you write
My pockets are empty
Fear's such a thief
You know how that
Why would I ever worship wood and stone
Things that cannot
The Calmer of the sea
Here in this room with me
So
Am I a hopeless case?
You keep saying the same things
But
Tell me of a time when all this gray wasn't
It tapped me on the shoulder today when I got
First felt the under-toe a few days ago
Like a rug
I'm on a flight home this morning
And I can't help
This morning it was a fight to get up
Those
The orphan clings to your hand
Singing songs of how he
Could I talk to you sometime this afternoon?
About some things
You changed my mind
You said something I had never heard
Something