Molly's Desk

We sit home and speak
Of a God we’ve never seen
And wonder if he
Watches when we sleep
Or when I looked on Molly’s desk
And copied her whole sheet
And oh, I know I’m young
To speak with such disdain
An urgency
So this is my confession
I hope you listen
Will Saint Christopher bring me to my destination
And bring us all back home?
Am I alive? I almost feel it
Riding the waves of all my demons
I’ll drift away
I’ll drift away
We dressed all in black
Momma wears her makeup dark
And talks so softly
«Son, one day you’ll learn
That everyone you know will leave
Never to return»
And oh, a man so young
Taken way too soon
From all he loved
So this is my intention
To break tradition
Could I give you myself to bring him back this instant
And bring us all back home?
Am I alive? I almost feel it
Riding the waves of all my demons
I’ll drift away
I’ll drift away
Watched you fight with the darkness
But you just couldn’t win
Once so strong, full of power
Now fragile and thin
I’ll bring you back, oh I swear
I can figure this out
I know many have tried
But I won’t let you down
I’m not afraid of the man
I read about in the books
The one who takes you away
If you end it too soon
I’ll turn the darkness on me
I’ll travel up through the wind
And if they don’t open the gates
I’ll break my way in
Am I alive? I almost feel it
Riding the waves of all my demons
I’ll drift away
I’ll drift away
I’ll drift away (I'll drift away)
I’ll drift away (I'll drift away)
I’ll drift away (I'll drift away)