Mama married a sinner
Some day I’ll marry a saint
One day we’ll both be martyrs
Cross planted in the grave

A man can’t open his mind up
A man’s mind can’t stay shut
A man can’t love no one
Times are getting tough

Lately I’ve been learning from the river
that always seems to move
At first you were a mirror
I kept staring at my shoes

Lately the mistakes that I’ve been making
Well they’re starting to seem blessed
And the holes I fell down got shallow
I climbed right out myself

I think that I’m the parts of you
That you forgot to kiss
Make up for it every summer
Just two passing ships

But I want be a harbor
I want to be a tree
I want to be the earth now
Beneath my own two dancing feet

Lover, when you’re older
and you’ve forgotten how to run
Lover, when you’re older
and your body longs for reprieve
Lover, remember the jungle
Lover, remember me
Remember the way my hands felt
The way you taught me how to breathe
The way we saw each other’s shadows
The way the sun turned pink

Honey, I’m gonna be a wise man
Honey, I’m gonna be a tree
Planted in the soil rich
Growing like a weed