spilled blood,
spilled milk,
not tears,
no repent,
"boy, get right!"

i will,
i will.

driftwood again,
flimsy tangles,
always on,
halfway gone,
"son, come home."

i will,
i will.

the wisdom weighs,
the sorrow gains,
i walk doomed,
you walk stupid,
"come into the fold."

i won't,
i won't.

salvation sells,
purpose buoys,
love is forever-
what a crock,
going for a long walk.

it's been a hard road since we lost control
i can't get right