I know a man who wept a song about a mess he'd made Bound up by the lashes of denying You know the chasm between what's done and said But you can't blame a man for trying Come to me like when the rain falls Like the arrows from the archer Let the wind behind the stars call me From the points of my departure Happens to the best of us these inconvenient things Happens to the rogues, the kings and queens The heart has its poison she keeps hidden away 'Til someone holds it up to the clear light of day The drowning know they're sinking The dead know they're not breathing And I will take this song and be forever grateful At least as much as I am able Come to me