Last Saturday
I stood in your entry way
A place where we used to wait
For cars to carry us away
Like once in this storm
They drove me and Justin home
The music was just being born
It was all I was longing for
Now I'm on a plane
Of singing my songs again
Oh, please don't think ill of it
It's the reason I exist
But you
You're the crutch of a cripple
You're the calm of a conscience
You're the peace that I have found
When all these voices talk too loud
Well, you are quietly reassuring me
With the hands of a healer
And the tongue of a teacher
its your voice that I have known
To be the first one on the phone
Yeah, you ran all the lights to the hospitalSo don't you say to me
That life's a trap
The future is nothing but a tragedy
'cause I'll be out of that window
Yeah, I'll start wishing to die again
Just say we're not walking backwards, kid
And show me to the door
And I'll walk behind
Out into the hot sunlight
Where the world's very much alive
Even when I close my eyesWell, should I admit
That my promise is counterfeit
That I'm careless and childish
And that's all I can hope to be
And would you concede
That I think only of myself
I refuse everybody's help
Who has been reaching out for me
Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor
And the swing of a miner
You have cleared the rock away
Leaving gold there in its place
And it is more than anyone could claim
Oh, with the sense of a banker
And with the touch of a tailor
You saved this life for me
And you have sown it to beauty
And I am grateful now and I will always beSo would you sing with me
The song is all I know
Some truths are told now only in a melody
So I've been writing a new one
Yeah, I've been taking my time with it
It's gonna be so perfect
It's gonna hold all of us inside of it
You will see
If you just add your harmony
I think it would be complete
And be worthy of singing
Becomes a symphony
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