The Way Things Ought to be
Come lay down beside me
Come sleep in my bed
I'm sick and I'm weary
I will soon be dead
I watch the sun setting
And I watch the sun rise
But the one thing I long for most
Is the day that I die
I wish I could sleep at night
All I long for is rest
But the day that I long for
Is the day of my death
The sun and the devil's mouth
Are locked inside of me
My every step is shadowed by
A most unholy fiend
By symbols and hieroglyphs
And stupid little signs
That show I know the cross I bear's
As common as my crimes
Oh I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone
Who's thrown their weight behind the plow and cried
When it didn't move or break the soil or turn up earth or make a mark to justify their toil...
I was sitting alone in an empty room
Thinking bout my own pain
Till to my surprise he came like a light
And he called me by my name
He said son you've been sitting alone too long
Thinking about your own pain
But I'll show you the way to a brighter day
Where everything will be completely changed
For you've been too long thinking
About the way things used to be
About the way it was before you lost touch
With the way things ought to be
I know along the way you lost
The thought of what might be
You gave your a locket but
You could not set her free
And so the child she bore to you
Was weak and frail of limb
A cruel reminder of the hell
That you both knew so well
And bore within you right up to the end
I gave me love a locket
But I would not let her in
He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear
He said young man your time has come, your end is drawing near
He took me by my lily-white hand and told me not to fear
And then it came, the light turned on, the whole world disappeared...
Oh I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone
Who's thrown their weight behind the plow and cried
When it didn't move or break the soil or turn up earth or make a mark to justify their toil...
I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone who
Has forgotten all about the way it was
Before you lost touch with
The way things ought to be
Come sleep in my bed
I'm sick and I'm weary
I will soon be dead
I watch the sun setting
And I watch the sun rise
But the one thing I long for most
Is the day that I die
I wish I could sleep at night
All I long for is rest
But the day that I long for
Is the day of my death
The sun and the devil's mouth
Are locked inside of me
My every step is shadowed by
A most unholy fiend
By symbols and hieroglyphs
And stupid little signs
That show I know the cross I bear's
As common as my crimes
Oh I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone
Who's thrown their weight behind the plow and cried
When it didn't move or break the soil or turn up earth or make a mark to justify their toil...
I was sitting alone in an empty room
Thinking bout my own pain
Till to my surprise he came like a light
And he called me by my name
He said son you've been sitting alone too long
Thinking about your own pain
But I'll show you the way to a brighter day
Where everything will be completely changed
For you've been too long thinking
About the way things used to be
About the way it was before you lost touch
With the way things ought to be
I know along the way you lost
The thought of what might be
You gave your a locket but
You could not set her free
And so the child she bore to you
Was weak and frail of limb
A cruel reminder of the hell
That you both knew so well
And bore within you right up to the end
I gave me love a locket
But I would not let her in
He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear
He said young man your time has come, your end is drawing near
He took me by my lily-white hand and told me not to fear
And then it came, the light turned on, the whole world disappeared...
Oh I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone
Who's thrown their weight behind the plow and cried
When it didn't move or break the soil or turn up earth or make a mark to justify their toil...
I know I'm not a special man
I'm just a bum like anyone who
Has forgotten all about the way it was
Before you lost touch with
The way things ought to be
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Napier
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