I read a poet's words about folly in youth He said it later led to a revelation of truth So I keep that with me, use it as my excuse When I'm feeling lonely at night I only need you for an hour or two Then I'm gone before the sun has turned the sky blue Back alone where everything old has become new At least for a while Until the strength of my denial Is challenged by memories on file See there's this person I was yeah this person I am The former would accuse the latter of sin He'd say "Brett you know you gotta kneel down and repent Before it's too late" 'Cause I used to believe I'd begin at the end But that former me has disappeared in the wind And we only meet now in the eyes of an old friend And it's a stranger's face Oh and I can barely trace How I got here from that distant place So I'm not too concerned about God anymore I don't worry often what my soul has in store Some say that mindset is one to abhor But I disagree I pictured a prisoner eating a meal The last one before facing that chair made of steel When death is approaching so vivid and real How he'll savor every bite So now that's how I live my life The emphasis on what's in sight But just in case I hope that poet was right
