I can't explain how we got to this place,
But we're here and we're in it for good;
So let's be forgotten in a story that's bigger
Than the one we would choose for ourselves;
It's a story of conquest in a battle for love
Underneath the banner of God;
It's not religion, it's a scratch to the itchin'
On the surface of your God-given soul...
This is why I sing every night:
So it comforts you when you are grown;
Soon enough you'll be out on your own,
But at night in your head you'll be home;
At night in your head you'll be home...
You will be old with thin skin and brittle bones,
And you'll think back to when you were young;
You'll picture this room with its shelf of red boots
And the shadows that kept you alone...
Your grandmother told me we each have an angel
Assigned to protect us from bad;
Well I'm not your angel but I'll stand beside you
To hold you when the dark scurries past;
When you grow up there's good and there's evil,
And it's hard to tell the difference sometimes;
But you have your brother and me and your mother
And a backyard to help you figure it out;
This is why I sing every night:
So it comforts you when you are grown;
Soon enough you'll be out on your own,
But at night in your head you'll be home;
At night in your head you'll be home...

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