Lay my head down to rest.
Put my body in my bed.
Loose my hands and save my breathe for you.
Mark my way through hidden roads.
Carry my burdens, though worthless loads,
a single stone up the mountainside,
through icy waters and endless nights
to a hidden place to cast down for you
these things of vanity.
Blackened hearts and ferrous wings,
all that keeps a man from flying.
Some days Im nothing more,
nothing less than a nickel whore,
a dime bag man whose last good deed was lying. Except for you.
Day to day Im letting go,
picking up and putting down.
Yesterday is already gone,
tomorrow never comes,
but Im holding on to a moment.
Lay my head down to rest.
Put my body in my bed.
Loose my hands and save my breathe for you.