A pound of flesh
my feet plow onfrom light to dawnmy empty belly and my body achesain't hard to takenext to the weight I carry in my chesta pound of fleshcould never tip the scale that I've made
I should have stayed,but I was never wiseI hear your voices in the windthat cuts the nightand I pray to whatever is listeningthings will be alright
oh, my boy, you're aliveyour heart's still beatingso don't you mind, don't you mindwe all drift sometimes
I can still hear your feetas you ran from the housebut knowing you won't be back,doesn't mean that I will stop waitingyou told me then: “Hold me downor hold me up to the fire,but don't you dare hold me back.”
I see your faces in the cloudsthat scar the nightand I pray to whoever is listeningthings will be alright
then today I wake up feeling easy,and find I'm on the more familiar roadsI got a darkness wrapped inside me,but now it ain't so hard to let it goso keep a candle burning in the window,I'm almost home