behold your crooked fingers
invite me out to see
don't want to watch you leaving
I hope
the road will set you free
i'll wait
I feel now man's heart complaint
with so much pain I must be a saint
I hear now man's heart complaint
with so much pain I must be a saint
the road may rise to meet you
or lead you to the edge
i'll wait
I feel now man's heart complaint
with so much pain I must be a saint
I hear now man's heart complaint
with so much pain I must be a saint
try to smile
just try to smile