Don't expect too much from me
For I am no savior
Or a sailor, like father used to be
For you
happiness is money and power and glory,
but not for me
I am a prophet in a desert
With no vision nor dignity
Searching for meaning
Maybe for god
Maybe for home

I will call your name
Endlessly
Under the dark
Of the night skies
And the stars
They will save you
From the night of terror