Through all the years that were to come I loved being my mother's son

So if you run, then run to me And if you can swim, then swim to me Just come in out of the storm What you need is an imitation of home You're at home, you're all alone And nobody's calling on the telephone

You took your love to the marketplace In the wanton corner of a Western state Where every other shopper is a basket case Just realizing the horizon forms a frowning face

I know you laughed when I left But you really only hurt yourself When you see your curtains move in the wind You can bet I'm betting against you again

The river winds 'round these little green hills And stays in the woods for days We were built to consider the unmanifested And make of love an immaculate place

We're just drinking margaritas at the mall That's what this stuff adds up to after all

A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive

I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea When older waves from older caves brought them back to me I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf With coins on the mantle and time in a candle, in the end a boy raises himself

What would you say if I asked you to run away? It's been done so many times, I hardly know what it means

Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God

Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges Could turn a once bad man religious If thy kingdom ever comes You better run, run, run, run

But before I go, I've gotta ask you, dear, about that tan line on your ring finger

And on the couch, beneath an afghan Lies an old friend he just took in Seeking shelter from the cold wind

My every day begins With reminders I've been stranded on this Planet where I've landed

We could be looking for the same thing If you're looking for someone

I hold your picture in my mind It makes me warm when I am cold Gets me up and it makes me walk It makes me question what I'm told Somewhere in a foggy atlas Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea First life takes time, then time takes life Now the next move's up to me

On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis Unable to perform some simple task Trapped at the stage of analysis

And why am I drawn to you tonight?

Yeah, I loved being my mother's son I loved her so because She was my faithful guardian She was, she was, she was

See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God