Ballad Of The Wayward Lyrics

He was a poet

He was the best of his kind

He wrote him a song

Drove him out of his mind

He sang it everyday til the blood ran dry

Just a ghost in a room

He's committed to a lie

He sang it to me when I was a kid

See I wrote on my hands

But nows it's in my head

I sang it real loud

Hell I sang it real proud

I had no idea what it was about

Slouched in a stool with his hands clenched tight

He's tired and weary

He's been up again all night singing

Back at your door

This time on my knees

Calling out for mercy see I'm begging you please

It's grown so cold and I'm going blind

The devil's so close he's just two steps behind

I think about your love

I miss it all the time

Peering in these windows

Lord, I'm hoping to find

But no one is home

No one is home

No one is home

Tonight

Though he's been gone for so many years

Those sad and lonely words

They echo loud in my ears

See I am a poet, perhaps the best of my kind

I'm Singing these songs and these lullabies

And every single time

Yeah I swear to the Lord

I look for a song that might free up his words

I looked in these books

And these long tall tales of secrets and magic

It's just fairy tales

Cause all I hear every single night

People singing his song with their hands clenched tight

Back at your door

This time on my knees

Calling out for mercy see I'm begging you please

It's grown so cold and I'm going blind

The devil's so close he's just two steps behind

I think about your love

I miss it all the time

Peering in these windows

Lord, I'm hoping to find

But no one is home

No one is home

No one is home

Tonight