Treasury of Prayers

That my enemies, that my fevers are weak
That my lessons don't hurt, that my medicine is sweet
That these days are not the pearls, and I am not the swine
That faithful's not a word that I cannot define

That I find my will to fight, that I lose my taste for drink
And if that's too much to ask, that my hangovers are brief
That while we're here on earth I can keep the difference hid
Between what I should have done and what I really did

That my children live out stories they can tell around a fire
That they can recognize beauty, that they can recognize a liar
That their innocence remains, that they never question my love
That they work to build cathedrals they won't live to pray inside of

That our better angels sing of peace instead of war
That the pistol's close at hand when the wolf is at the door
That the plot never thickens, the other shoe never drops
That the age of grace begins, when the age of reason stops

That it feels just like a memory when my father calls me home
Like I'm racing under streetlights back to dinner on the stove
That there's a candle in my window, that there's roses on my grave
From those that I befriended, from those that I betrayed

That the three men I admire the most
Never caught that last train for the coast
That the music never died, that the levy wasn't dry
That we might be east of eden
But we're heading west tonight

Well, I heard the news this morning and my hope will never end
That you found heaven quick from here in Baltimore, my friend