I suppose I believed
That the ancient, great cities
Were waiting for me
At the edge of a dream.
So I slept away
The bitter cold days.
Well, shame on me,
Shame on me.
I broke a covenant
And covered my tracks.
And I left on the back
Of a dying mare.
And if anyone knows
Just where I plan to go
Well I just don't care,
I don't care.
I cannot sing
The songs you want to hear.
I cannot raise
Great temples from sand.
I cannot say
The words to bring you near.
Where is your hand, dear,
Where is your hand?
I rode far and wide
To the rivers other side.
Then I saw the tribe
Who worship the sun.
They looked upon me
With great sorrow and pity
And said "From where have you come, boy,
From where have you come?"
I have been reckless
And I have been cruel.
I've expected of you
More than was right.
In this strange land, I stand
A misguided fool.
Where are you tonight, dear,
Where do you sleep tonight?
And so I turned back,
Erasing my tracks
And all that I lack,
How clear it's become.
I travel by night
And sleep in the light,
Away from the people
Who worship the sun.
credits
from Songs,
released July 10, 2011
jesse-guitar and voice
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