Standing here before me
Like a beacon from some long forgotten dream
Don’t you ever grow weary
Being the one who must believe?

Oh, how can I tell you
‘Bout the wreckage in this tin-pan heart
There’s a torment deep inside here
That could tear this thing apart… apart

And through it all, you see the shining
Holding to faintest rays of peace
While I wonder if it’s strength or not
To believe

Strumming hard through the changes
Beating back the voices of the dead
And you stand with your arms folded
“Aw, when you coming up to bed?”

Through this penny ante nocturne
Nothing ever washes plain or clean
But there’s a humming out the window
That’s always calling out to me

And through it all, you see the shining
Holding to faintest rays of peace
While I wonder if it’s strength or not
To believe

believe
march 26, 2005