The Son In Yours, The Sun In Mine

I followed you into the world.

You kept your soul sweet and sterile

while I threw my soul into peril.

I wish I'd never learned

how hard it is to burn ones self away.

I never could see black or white.

I still can't say which way was right.

Yours just seemed to me to be so narrow.

But in the end it might just be the one.

Oh, I don't know

how I'm getting home.

If I make it there

will you let me in?

(Your eyes reflect the Son.

They've been that way since we first began.)

Way back when went Mary's little Lamb of God

soaking in then bleeding out my sin.

A heart of gold is still a stone -- or so I thought.

If only it was easy to believe.

I'll follow you back to the light,

back to that old familiar glow

that we'll use to cure our blood and marrow.

Will they herald my return

or is that something I will never earn?

I wave, good-bye to the summer.

I feel that the fall is near

that leads straight down into winter

and round to a whole new year.

I'll find you again in the spring

in the way everything will turn green.

I'll feel that damned light in my heart

and start it all over.