I'll Do What I Can

A spike in the flatline, a cross on the wall Red dot on the other man means we drop to the floor At least this town's full of bad men You won't have to be on your own And storms like these cancel plans and hammer through doors Scores of empty ships and every torch now lit I captain my long-since-drowned fleet, I master what I've missed It takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man No greater favour one can do than try to understand Why it takes some adjusting, but I'lI do what I can A crack in the major, no more breaking the prole During transformation from a sprint to a crawl Tear your badge from your lapel, and commence the endless walk To drag all the dead weight, as if chained to a storm Shapes over the tree line scatter shadows on the Earth Cast a caustic disposition, lasting the cradle to the urn It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man No greater favour one can do than try to understand Why it takes some adjusting, but I'II do what I can Stand aside and give a minute Deep breaths, deep within it I'm so young, lambs Metal hands and diaphragms Survivors, unchained incomes Derailed outcomes Convinced of sure innocence Face down in the water Crying up, tears touch your own The eyes become a decoration A trophy made of stone It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man No greater favour one can do than try to understand Why it takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can