Act Of Contrition
The air was all dust and not so untamedThe ground opened up and swallowed all of the rainAnd it swallowed you too into distance unknownAs they sat down for dinner they waited for you to get homeYeah, they set a place for you.
So don't believe everything you read in that diary of yoursAnd this nervousness, it isn't all your faultIts just these shaking hands won't do what I want...them toAnd I've tried to guess what it is that you thought aboutThat act act of contrition that rolled off out tongues as you leftWhat are you crying for?
Just dust my heart and you will findThere are no fingers printed thereJust the untouched place that lies insideOf every lonely boy tonight.
And all of this open air has caused me to chokeOn your new found hope for me.