If I ever get home before dark I will roll my sleeves so way down low I will sink my fingers in your hair And I will wait for one and only word If I ever get home before dark Lord you held me hostage for so long In between some kind of rights and wrong Oh so much said and nothing's done Silence is the mother of all songs If I ever get home If I ever get home If I ever get home before dark I will roll my sleeve so way down low I will sink my fingers in your hair And I will wait for one and only word If I ever get home before dark If I ever get home before dark If I ever get home before dark If I ever Lord you held me hostage for so long Between some kind of rights and wrong Oh so much said and nothing's done Silence, mother of all songs Silence, mother of all songs If I ever get home before dark