[Part One:]
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Tell me you want me to think
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You can lead me to water you can make me drink
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I trust you if you say its good
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You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could
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Tell me what I don't need to keep
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I over-packed and the sidewalk is steep
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To your cathedral at the top of nob hill
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It makes me tired and dear it always will
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Tell me why I haven't been healed
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I haven't changed and nothings been revealed
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And what's in the blood of the way and the light
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That takes my sin Sunday morning and
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makes me drunk at night
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[Part Two:]
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The sweet young man
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Goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands
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and it doesn't look good but he does what he can
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To erase the signs
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Of the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime
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She snuck up behind him
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As he knelt by her victim
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She whispered I knew you'd come
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But there's nothing to be done
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And if I were you I'd run
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'Cause no one cares
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About how you felt
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When they see any sign of guilt
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You kissed it's face
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You held it's hand
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You always were a sweet young man
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He's still a mess
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So he hires a car
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To take him to the fountain at Balboa park
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Where he used to play
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When he was young
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The Blind Leaving The Blind: First Movement
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| Punch Brothers |
