Jack Carty
a master of all things
When the lamps on your street start to dim
When the hems of your clothes start to fray
If you question the values of men
Iâll be ready and not far away.
If it takes nimble fingers to untangle your strings
Or steady gentle brush strokes to fill your spaces in
Iâll practice everyday until Iâm master of all things.
If youâre feeling lost and lonely
Like the day just cannot be won
If the sun has set too early
Iâll build a mighty torch and follow you till dawn.
I donât think I believe in heaven
Or a being to pray to and fear
But we fit like the sea to the shoreline
So there must be a something somewhere.