I was holding my breath
When the tightrope walker slipped into the moonglow
Saying all my children, follow me
Maybe it's time to go
You can be cruel when you're wise
You can be wise when you're blue
And baby, if I have
Then I have for you
Bribing the jury to keep me in jail
Singing Tea For The Tillerman
And although I lie fantastically
This woman knows of my history
It's a miracle I can see
You can be wrong when you're right
Even when you're right on cue
And if I die tonight
Then I die for you
Calling on those that call me son
Great-grandson, or grandson
Great uncles, aunts and relatives
To judge what I have done
Gonna make right by you
Even if it's all I do
And if it's all I do, then I do for yo
People have raised a whole lotta hell
About the water in the windmill
And although I stab chaotically
It hurts no one but me
Even the darkness has arms
But they ain't got you
And baby, I have it
And I have you, too
And the light in the window
To pass the night through
May be so uncertain
But what can I do
Keeping it on
Keeping it on
And I know I like it
But what does that prove
Sometimes I worry I don't know how to love you
I bring to you with reverent hand
All the books and the lullabies
The kind woman that my passion wore
Like the shoreline wears the tides
Maybe the water went dry
Keeping an eye on you
And with an eye on you
It could drown me too
People have raised a whole lotta hell
About the water in the windmill
And although I stab chaotically
I swore an oath on my history
It's a miracle I can see
Even the darkness has arms
But they ain't got you
And baby, I have it
And I have you, too
And the light in the window
To pass the night through
May be so uncertain
But what can I do
Keeping it on
Keeping it on
And I know I like it
But what does that prove
Sometimes I worry I don't know how to love you
