he practiced and preached but he never did more
a babe in his arms not related to him
he'll wind back the clock and he'll never give in
the truth was to hard and profound and obscure
to live it one had to explode and endure
in his hour of need no one offered a cure
now i am ready to riddle the world
the child was born at the end of the night
into the wind, but again, we just might
we fought with our hands such a terrible sight
the winners descend to the left and the right
calling all faithful what's rightfully yours
thinking of faith in the sense of the word
i remember and old man who ran every morning
when i think of the man then i think of the story
he'd iron his hat and recite a hard prayer
combing sweet sanctions from out of his hair
a turbulent jesus who's hidden in runes
who dances when bands cannot strike up a tune
all of my years they belong to the past
the last will be first and the first will be last
the moon rises alone and night after night
impossible curving a sliver of light
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