if this is redemption, why do i bother at all? 
there's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
still i'd rather be working for something, than praying for the rain
so i wander on, until someone else is saved
  i moved to the coast, under a mountain
swam in the ocean, slept on my own
at dawn i would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
i'd remember all the things my mother wrote
  that we don't eat until your father's at the table
we don't drink until the devil's turned to dust 
never once has any man i've met been able to love
so if i were you, i'd have a little trust