A lie is more wicked
Hidden inside a prayer
It's just a man I'm talking about
About a shower after a betrayal
About the smile that returns after he has cried
It's just a man I'm writing about
The night before a long journey
When he doesn't know whether leaving is just leaving or also running away
May peace come from the distant sea
May silence come from the waves
They say it's true, yes, but even if it were true it would be no justification for not doing it anymore, for not doing it anymore, now.
