I’m going to start this song in a dark low whisper
out of respect for the story that it tells,
it all begins with the prick of a finger
a man and his fear, nose before ear.
So many ways to love him
so little time to chose among them
I’ll stick with the one’s whose hearts are torn,
broken, that’s why the blues were born.
A man and his life and his race to the finish
random moments infused with dread.
All in the service of trying to diminish
disappointments that lay in ambush, upon the path ahead.
I’m not trying to stitch this heart to that sleeve
it’s simply a case of mutual need.
A grief more dense than hearts can bare
that’s just the way it goes with nose before ear.
This is the story of the land locked sailor
who cried himself to sea.
This is the tale of the sleeping princess
who found her way back to me.
What we love will kill us
that which won’t don’t thrill us.
I’m going to tell you a story about the ones that I love
and a life lived nose before ear.