Lyrics

There's an honest man I know in the welfare line Lives upstairs at the Yale You can call him a good friend of mine He was taken down by the man at his door Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul Sew him a coat of mail Make it all alright Send him the wind to sail Sew him a coat of mail I stood below your window, some things I understood Out in the world's a struggle, every man needs a plan You can listen without words, its not everyone can see But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn There's questions without answers, they continue to burn It's a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place Well I see you sound yourself something Cause it's written on your face