Benediction

Benediction - The Weakerthans

So you don't get to be a saint

Martyrs never last this long

Guess I'll never be the one to defeat

Desire in song

Here's a marker here's my naked skin

Our exhibit a

Put a small x where I lost my way

All the actors broke their legs

And it's too late to postpone

The producer's getting high

And the audience went home

Smile and take your awkward bow

Turn and stumble off the stage

Let the rain be your applause

Every encore soothe your rage

Squint with one eye hum a show tune

And wait for your ride to say

Oh that's where you must have lost

Your way

Megaphones in helicopters squeal

Hey are you okay

As searchlights circle where

We lost our way

All our accidents went purposeful and fell

Stripped of providence or any way to tell

That our intentions

Were intangible and sweet

Sick with simple math and shy discoveries

Piled up against our impending defeat