If I ever get home before dark

I will roll my sleeves so way down low

I will sink my fingers in your hair



And I will wait for one and only word



If I ever get home before dark

Lord you held me hostage for so long

In between some kind of rights and wrong

Oh so much said and nothing's done

Silence is the mother of all songs



If I ever get home

If I ever get home

If I ever get home before dark

I will roll my sleeve so way down low

I will sink my fingers in your hair

And I will wait for one and only word



If I ever get home before dark

If I ever get home before dark

If I ever get home before dark

If I ever



Lord you held me hostage for so long

Between some kind of rights and wrong

Oh so much said and nothing's done

Silence, mother of all songs

Silence, mother of all songs



If I ever get home before dark