Joe Henry Follow

Lincoln street is howling, it's
Empty growing colder
Night has come on limping and it's
Bleeding from the shoulder
Headlights fake a prison break a
Snow that rages and dies, it's
Lost its will upon this hill as
One time so did I did I, but

Here comes everybody
The rounders and the nuns
The poets sweeping sleepercars, the
Butcher and his sons
Here comes the restitution
We'd all but given up
This evening we're content believing
That love will be enough

Air is what I need
But I try to breathe you in
Thinking that I can get at what I must
Beneath your skin
Your veins are humming wild, rushing
Fire to your face
I feel it flush against my own, it's a
Pulse I can taste

And now
Here comes everybody
The tyrant and his crew
His most loyal traitors and they
Whisper this to you
Here comes the restitution
You'd all but given up
This evening we're content believing
That love will be enough

The fire escape is folded like the
Cradle of an arm
I dread so deep we've learned to keep it
Near without alarm, but
Every fear is like a prayer you
Learn to shout out loud
From your lips to God's ear, turns the
Face of every crowd

Now here comes everybody
The closet renegades
The weary hungry from the
Children's lost crusade
Here comes the restitution
We'd all but given up
This evening we're content believing
That love will be enough