The Whip-Jesse Marchant

[00:12.690]Breaking apart from a life too late [00:15.862]I saw the line of the coward's trace [00:18.812]It was time [00:25.459]I took to running and I learned that quick packing your life onto a traveling stick ain't a trial [00:33.646]I came around in the fall in the rain [00:37.155]Like every child who is lost in their way, standing alone in the line [00:45.526] [00:49.998]Everybody likes to feel they're holding the whip [00:53.255]Here everybody likes a goal they can drink to, a rise [00:58.783]Yeah everybody's got their lines and their ways [01:02.699]And I never wanted to be part of a chase or to heat a wan denial [01:11.058]I see droves of lion faces down every row I walk through chasing the light, [01:21.165]figuring out how the world we place here into these black hole hearts were fitted you and I, [01:31.284]ending the race I am the last one even now [01:35.687] [01:46.656]I felt the sun and the warm of the rays [01:50.323]And in the dark [01:51.814]In the canyon wind, alive [01:55.650]There you were standing with your back to the waves [01:59.806]I picked you up and then I lost you and babe I never got it back [02:08.663]You were a light [02:10.411]You didn't have to change [02:12.662]I was the one always had you straying behind [02:18.534]Falling around in the righteous waste that I filled you up with [02:23.276]It had to have pained you blind [02:27.457]Is there no way to put it right for you, even now [02:33.077]