Light In The Evening

Don’t condescend, you could never pretend
You can spit, you can spend, you could never pretend
There is a sign that you’ve run out of time
Now you’re chewing the rind and you’ve run out of time
And you know there is a place you can rest
There is night and a drum in your chest
And a help for your hand in the war
There is home and a bed that is yours
There is home and a bed that is yours
I’ve seen you weep, seen the black that you keep
Like a pet in the basement that howls at the moon
You fill my mind with a thousand bright diamonds
You look like a lion to my failing eyes
And you know there is a place you can rest
There is night and a drum in your chest
And a help for your hand in the war
There is home and a bed that is yours
There is home and a bed that is yours
Looking back, was it all that he said it would be?
Was it light in the evening?
Was it all that he said it would be?