The Cause

In the pale of
 Whatever half-love you have left
 For the olden days
 Would you wake up
 Or trace the plumb line to your death
 Your final scene
 What is love, then, but to drag a dead deer by its horns
 From the passing lane
 Just to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape
 Not to save someone
 You belong to the cause
 Come on, believe
 Pull your heels from the farthest
 Corner you've been in
 You belong to us
 You belong to the cause
 You were wrong, I meant no harm
 We were young once
 We were wilder in our boots
 In the race to fame
 Now we've dried up
 We no longer have our youth to sell
 From the penny stage
 Were you mine?
 You were never the kind to call me yours
 Were you born afraid?
 So carry on, carry all your desire to a flame
 To an unnamed voice
 You belong to the cause
 Come on, believe
 Pull your heels from the farthest
 Place they've carried you
 You belong to us
 You belong to the cause
 You were wrong, I meant no harm
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 Black shadows, back-battles
 You have held in your lungs too long
 You were searching, I was purchasing
 A flight to old luck town
 No martyrs, no fire-starters
 No loose wheels, no healer saints
 No wise words, no birds embroidered
 In our clothes, no rose parades