You're holding his hand Thinking, how strange Cause when you left last spring You swore you wouldn't do this again He's breathing in Mechanical pace And you act like you're not scared And you ask him to stay And you wait til you're alone for the doubts to shape Had you ever touched an ice cold hand? Confessed to a Chaplain that you don't know where you stand? Avoidant eyes, shuffled feet You're Theocratically cast as a problem and told to leave But tell me what would they have done any differently? So you walk, curse, and sing You made a deal with God he could take away anything Candles lit, intercessions up You hear his eyes shot open like a bullet through a cloud of dust And you're glad And you pray You send it up for a few good years And that he got to stay