The Torch I thought I could carry the torch Into the night where you were headed Fifty years of fire on my mind, cantabile I thought by calling you back I could stop the progression And charge a life force from a spark of recognition I wanted to carve it in stone and force a confession I wanted to carry the torch into the night where you were headed What would it take til I believed that you believed me? I'm below your sky, under your wing I thought I could pray to a god and make your body get better And when that didn't work, one day we'd meet up again together I'd be your daughter there and you would be my teacher And I'd carry the torch into the night where we were headed The soul is a useful thing, bright and lonely I'm below your sky, under your wing