The man you hoped I would be
Is here with me
He built walls from books of theology
The ones you left for him to read
The man you hoped I would be
Dressed up like saints
The godless domain he drew kept us poles apart
Him and my infidel heart
The man you hoped I would be
Is here with me
He grew trees all over his property
With pretty dogs roaming free
The man you hoped I would be
Baked his own bread
And sang your every morning tributes
For your forgetful fading roots
Does he love things unsaid
And claim he knows better?
Does he slow dance to your burning room
Into the arms of another?
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be
The man you hoped I would be...