Fire Up the Shoesaw (LP Version)

The bottles are all empty; the potion's gone Powers promised like the dawn It just won't carry on I leave the empties on the doorstep to be filled by time Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? I left a note and signed with haste "Give me a packet of peace to taste And if you're willing, an extra crate Of any power to combat hate" Cause though I heard that hate brings pain And I need love to take the strain A parcel of extra blessing To keep my days from guessing Oh teach me, the words won't turn the way I ask them Oh reach me, show faces true before I pass them And all the world is out of key And it shrinks inside me So many faces to be friends When all the madness ends I'll leave my mind beneath the mat So you can let yourself in If you can stand the mess then stay But I'm not entertaining I feel the richness of our days Are like smoke to hold I'd make a paper heart to love you If I knew where to fold But I must sit and just keep trying Until I see the shape I seek Because I must learn to sculpt the strength For everyday that I'm weak Oh teach me, the storms won't turn the way we aim them Oh reach me, the dreams grow wild before we tame them