With Our Trouble

I crossed the ford with calculated meaning
and I calculated how to bring you home
and when I stake my claim for you the balance will be overdue
and the reckoning will hold you in your place
When I come through
To comfort you
We will walk with our trouble
We will understand that all our grievances are buried
All the debts we paid are sand
And the gallery we stand upon was never meant to last
Is there anybody I can heal?
Is there anybody I can heal?
Who takes the mic, get there, do.
Who’ll hold the bag but comfort you?
Who tows the line that no one moves?
Who will storm the bank to come get you?
Who will throw you a line when you’re drowning in doubt?
Bring in the boat when it comes to.?
Is there anybody I can heal?
Is there anybody I can heal?
Took the lion outside and held him down
to hold his valour in my hands forever
and always set our minds to running
we had not paid our dues
When I come through
To comfort you
We will dance with our trouble
We will understand that all our grievances are buried
All the debts we paid are sand
And the gallows we have danced upon were never built to last
Is there anybody I can heal?
Is there anybody I can heal?