Son, you´re a mystery All your precious words don´t mean so much to me You were on the side of us All your thoughts aligned with my deep poetry
And you would accompany Every weekend walk up and wish All the days of chastity All the nights that teenager prayed
I tried not to criticize You must go the way you´re at and bring on flight Maybe you´re a victim to Maybe this is helping cause we all love you too much
What is it you asked me for? You convinced me I was hopeless All your wedding metaphors All your well worn sexless posture
Holier than Jesus Christ They came a long way just to touch your gun
But you never turn away Him or her or them or gay or black or brown
So convincing for a while Mighty was your stack of pages Every word you ever spoke Was condemned by government agents
I don´t mind (Mind, mind, mind) It´s hard to be kind (Kind, kind, kind) Everybody finds a way
Printer was my sympathy I was so obsessed with doing things my own way Then one day you realize I don´t stand for anything, I´m fading away
I remember your bad dream
You patrolled with that most confidence When I finally gave myself You respond with melting patience