at the pass

i wrote this when an earthquake struck japan and yugoslavia was undergoing
revolution – and i was in as much confusion.

listen to mp3

i’m not a strong man
when i push down
get up again

but the hardest thing
is seeing you smile through
tears of my intent

are you ok?
i did not mean it
i’m sorry

please won’t you stay?
i’d quit betting on me…

here are scars from fights we’ve won
here are scars from nights i’ve run
but head me off at the pass

i’m a rat born into a maze
i don’t know any other way

don’t question the walls
or the end of my days
i can’t see anything but yesterday

the ground will shake beneath my feet
the nations will fall in flames

but cover me up in your promises
and tell me again how you know my name

here are scars from fights we’ve won
here are scars from nights i’ve run
but head me off at the pass

i’ve got so much i want to say to you
but the words all spill out of order
put a hand on my shoulder
You know…

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