A Pound of Flesh

My feet plow on from light to dawn

My empty belly and my bodyaches, they ain't hard to take

Next to the weight I carry in my chest

A pound of flesh could never tip the scale that I've made

I should have stayed, but I was never wise

I hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night

And I pray to whatever is listening things will be alright

Oh my boy, you're alive

Your heart's still beating

So don't you mind

Don't you mind

We all drift sometimes

I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house

But knowing you won't be back doesn't mean that I will stop waiting

You told me then: hold me down, or hold me up to the fire

But don't you dare hold me back

I see your faces in the clouds that scar the night

And I pray to whoever is listening things will be alright

Then today I wake up feeling easy

And find I'm on the more familiar roads

I've got a darkness wrapped inside me

But now it ain't so hard to let it go

So keep a candle burning in the window, I'm almost home