What I've Done

Irons were in the fire as I made up a funeral pyre Of sticks and stones and stories that I wrote Loved ones gathered round like a murder of crows toward the sounds of Hope and love like carrion in the road Every little lie I spoke On every ounce of borrowed hope Every little fraying in the rope Tired of all my dirty jokes Tired of all the mirrors and smoke Tired of all the hearts the levee broke And in another day Maybe I might find the words to say You have my thanks You have this love to take These hands they wouldn't quiet even when we had enough From song to stone that broke my skin and bone Though I stand in place I'm treated like I've won the race But I won't rest until I leave no trace Everyday another song Everyday another wrong Everyday I burn and pine and long Tired of all the brittle bones, Tired of all my chances blown Tired of all the endings I've been shown And in another day Maybe I might find the words to say You have my thanks You have this love to take That's if your heart can stand another break Cause you don't know what I have done