Baby Moses

I could have painted your lines
I could have dined on your open mind
And pulled the chaff from the wheat
Gone along when you’re less discreet
But I was still a silhouette, hey
A baby Moses on the steps, hey
I was waiting for a word that you’d let me stay
If you’d fallen from the sun
Count your blessings and call me one
If you’d spit in my eyes and you’d left me but one surprise
I could’ve filled up a house with the notes of an unlocked mouth
All the notes of my mouth, I could’ve taken a wife
I could’ve heard you and lost the fight anyway
But I was still a silhouette, hey
A baby Moses on the steps, hey
I was waiting for a word that you’d let me stay
I made most of the beds I lay in
I have cut off my hands and tried to dig in
I made most of the beds I lay in
Sew your tears to my feet
Shake them hard when they fall asleep
Tie your road to my shoes
Tell me that it’s what you had to do
It’s what you had to do anyway