Almost Always - out to your end

out to your end

A dark cloud hung above your home
Weeks before you knew
Your son was screaming into your face
When your wife broke you the news
A canopy as black as the night
Collapsed right over you
You nearly ran your car off the road
Just trying to get yourself home

Chance slim as hell any of us will ever know
The weight of lead sorrow in your marrow
Your father's words concerning the cup of you
To pour yourself out to your end on them

You carved God's name in a block of wood
And gave yourself up to the sea
You've been tipped end up over end
And felt yourself grow empty
A few tears shed during baptisms
Rocking your son to bed
All the love in this loveless place
Can never fit the glass in your hand

Chance slim as hell any of us will ever know
The weight of lead sorrow in your marrow
Your father's words concerning the cup of you
To pour yourself out to your end on them

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Writer(s): Max Whittaker
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