Innocent Son

You left me there

Waiting at the bottom of the stairs with my eyes closed

Holding my right hand in my left

There is no time for hesitation now

You come or go or go

Rusting leaves

Falling beside me on the ghost of a morning

Riding in sorrow to the harbor

Far behind on me

The bodies of my friends hanging alone alone again

Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another

Keep all my promises to break them

I am no oh no innocent son you run rabbit run