Song Description

A powerfull stream of consciousness about fear about losing one's self and soul.

Lyrics

Lord take my feet from this miry clay
The way I drink all night and sleep all day
Got a man, he ain?t got much to say
Until I done a thing I ain?t done his way
Said I?m weary of thinking of all I might have been
I?m worn of trying to feed and quell my all my sin
Worn of old losses crawling round in my mind,
They made no bromide yet,
Keep the likes of me in line ?
And mama, I don?t think you can help me
Out of this one ?
Just tell me when the part?s done.

Lord, Ninevah, You?re so far away
Would I be sailing soft if I?d done what you said?
Your indifference is such a quiet grave
Only hope you ain?t forgot my name.
Said I?m worn of the sea and the weight of years
They don?t hold the weight of a single tear
Cried in silence to fall on his deaf ears
Lord, in losing you, I?ve lost me I fear
And Preacher, I don?t think you can help me
Out of this one ?
Just tell me when the bad part?s done.

I?m worn of foulness I think I deserve
And the love that evades me ?cause I did not earn
All this blistering, aching
This little girl yearns
For rest from the lessons that I?ve failed to learn.
Lord, I?m losing faith in all I thought was right ?
I?d like to sing this sighing, wailing, dirge
A final lullaby
Said I can?t get back to Ninevah
Although I?ve tried,
Lord, If you?re still there
Won?t you leave on a light for me?
And Georgie, I don?t think you can help me
Out of this one,
Just tell me when the bad part?s done.