Sunday's Son
What about you?
I had no opinion of the boy
Till I woke up to
The fact I'd been his toy
Black out the storyboards
The fat clouds that I'd ignored
They never stay long
They never stay long
I was dreaming
You were working
I was dreaming
You were working
Dreaming where you'd gone
In every sentence
The ghost of a streak
The lost offering
The endless streets
A life as a prophet
Only you stopped it all
If you come at all...
If you come at all....
You might not come for a long while
Sunday's Son
What about you?