Paroles
The heart wants to feel
The heart wants to hold
The heart takes past subway
Past stop and shop, past Beal's, and calls it coming home
The heart wants a trail away from alone
So the heart turns a sale into a well-worn milestone
The heart wants soft furniture, fought-for fast food
Defended end table, holds paperbacks and back U.S. News
The mind turns an itch into a bruise
And the hands start to twitch when they're feeling ill-used
But you're almost back now, you can see by the signs
From the bank you tell the temperature and then the time
And the billboard reads some headlines
The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes
But the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes
So they found a lieutenant who killed a village of kids
After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he did
And they're not claiming that there's any excusing it
That was 30 years back, and they just get paid for the facts, the way they got them in
Now he's rising and not denying
His hands are shaking, but he's not crying
And he's saying, "How did I climb out of a life so boring into that moment?
Please stop ignoring the heart inside, oh, you readers at home!
While you gasp at my bloody crimes, please take the time to make your own home
Where I'm forgiven by time, where I'm cushioned by hope
I'm numbed by long drives, where I'm talked off or doped
Does the heart wants to atone?
Oh, I believe that it's so
'Cause if I could climb back through time
I'd restore their lives and then give back my own
Tens of times now its size on a far distant road
In a far distant time where every night I'm still crying, entirely alone
But the news today always fades away as you drive by
Until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes
Lit by the evening sun that usually comes from above that straight, unbroken line
The horizon, it's rising, it's a given
Just like you living
Your heart's warm and kind
Your mind is your own
So, our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable, don't worry, he won't
Rise up behind your eyes and take wild control
Say he's not of this time, he fell out of a hole, hole, hole
