out of the mississipi river
drag him out of there
you stupid fools
drag his chains
his crippled heart
the doses of vodka
that soaked his mind
already torn apart
bring his lips back
to the microphone
his fumbling fingers
back to his guitar
let the fools listen to his song
once again, nothing more
arrange a stage and a rusty train
let's take him out
of that cold damp
and in the very day
hallelujah comes back to amaze
not one, nor two
but maybe all
angels
shall sing
drag him out
of that cold river
let the tears
bring more than silver
visions and flings from a time
far away
when all he did was sing, effortlessly
and pray
for love is not more than whatever we can take
out of this lonely walk
so drag him out
I want to sing again.
