The Cause

In the pale of Whatever half-love you have left For the olden days Would you wake up Or trace the plumb line to your death Your final scene What is love, then, but to drag a dead deer by its horns From the passing lane Just to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape Not to save someone You belong to the cause Come on, believe Pull your heels from the farthest Corner you've been in You belong to us You belong to the cause You were wrong, I meant no harm We were young once We were wilder in our boots In the race to fame Now we've dried up We no longer have our youth to sell From the penny stage Were you mine? You were never the kind to call me yours Were you born afraid? So carry on, carry all your desire to a flame To an unnamed voice You belong to the cause Come on, believe Pull your heels from the farthest Place they've carried you You belong to us You belong to the cause You were wrong, I meant no harm Black shadows, back-battles You have held in your lungs too long You were searching, I was purchasing A flight to old luck town No martyrs, no fire-starters No loose wheels, no healer saints No wise words, no birds embroidered In our clothes, no rose parades