I fled the city of my birth
I canât account for my time on earth
Iâm a prodigal without much worth
Iâm angry and bathed in fire
But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
When I won the thought I lost the thing
Traveling through these fiery rings
And worrying thicker skin from ever growing
Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
Iâve been working on a mousetrap of my own design
Iâve been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
Iâll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
These are the cheapest Rose glasses Iâve ever had
Wonât throw em out til I break em bad
Iâd rather be miserable than merely sad
Thankful that my sadness donât involve a lot of yelling
Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
Iâve been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Another year has followed suit and everything I want just keeps getting older
The red tail lights of endless cards like constellations of endless stars in
A straight line from Venus to Mars, itâs the scale that keeps me always rebelling
Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs
Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs
- :
- Domestic Eccentric
- I Never Sang Before I Met You
- Tender Is the Night
- My Hands Are On Fire And Other Love Songs
- Tender Is the Night (Deluxe Edition)
- Selections From Tender Is The Night
- Sam the Record Man: Halifax 2004
- Hinterland
- Mole in the Ground
- Black Hen Music 2007 Sampler
- Proof of Love
- Black Hen Music: 2008 Sampler
- 41ème Festival Interceltique de Lorient
- Celtic Colours Live, Vol. 3