Blow out the wick It's time to quit this circus It's a trapeze pinned down It's a carnival without clowns It's a town without houses A forest without trees It's the opposite of identity A world without sound We need you You step into town With a staff in your hand You're a shepherd with a word It's sharp like a sword You're a breath of fresh air You're a reason to look up A clean piece of dirt An electric chair unplugged We need you Pull out the cork It's time to roll this parade You're a message in a bottle The drink in this song You're the red on the page The gold in the streets You're the soul's first stirring A lion that can sing Family They're the poor and the dead That we've ignored They're the screwed in the head The ones knocking on doors The unpretty the undesired The undressed, the undone They're the hungry the alone That we've ignored They're kneeling on stone Just begging for bones The unpretty the undesired The undressed, the undone Come back And see with eyes of water Clearer than streams Come back And hear with ears less hollow Ready to dream Of days in gardens And time spent together Of hours embracing Safely held in warmth Our father won't forget the least of these Friends torn and ripped and scraped, diseased He won't neglect the raped and the wronged He won't forget his kids he's not gonna run