From the recording POSTMODERN MAN
When I sat down here, I was going to write a love song
I was going to write a love song when I sat down here
But when I thought of you, I could not think of anything good
I could not think of anything good when I thought of you.
They say the best of us is blended with our pain,
They say the more that things get different
Oh, the more they stay the same.
In my empty room, I will wait upon my savior
I will wait upon my savior, ‘till He comes again.
On this lonely road, sometimes happy’s hard to come by
Sometimes happy’s hard to come by on this lonely road
And in their harmony, I hear choirs of fallen angels
I hear choirs of fallen angels in their harmony
Seven days and seven nights to try my luck
Wondering if the worst was over
when we made it through the flood
To this baptized land, I return from holy water
I return from holy water to this baptized land
When the well runs dry, we will pray for rainy weather
We will pray for rainy weather when the well runs dry
In a simpler time, we would have learned to walk together
We would have learned to walk together in a simpler time
Spinning my wheels over what I did or hadn’t done
Asking myself if there was a moment
when you thought I was the one.
But if you come back ‘round, I could be a better lover
I could be a better lover if you come back ‘round.