Station of the Cross

In this rusting blue intransigence

In this season of the dead

On a journey dark as this one is

You're a city up ahead

I guess I woke up yesterday

From dreams I can recall

I'm hoping you'll show me the way

When I can't find mine at all

You're a station of the cross

You are a sign when I am lost

You're a fire on the coast

To warn me of the waiting rocks

You're a station of the cross

I'm on your train of thought

I can't relive each moment when

I got too close to truth

With fingers burned and shaken head

I shunned all further proof

Whatever we are meant to be

Then surely we become

Though every day takes me

Away from realisation

You're a station of the cross

You are a sign when I am lost

You're a fire on the coast

To warn me of the waiting rocks

You're a station of the cross

I'm on your train of thought

I travelled every road I found

As far as it would go

I followed every wayward sound

Its source I had to know (Just had to know)

But in the end I fell, my friend

Into a ditch with flies and rags

You lifted me out just in time

With the darkness closing fast

You're a station of the cross

You are a sign when I am lost

You're a fire on the coast

To warn me of the waiting rocks

You're a station of the cross

I'm on your train, of course, of course

Whatever we are meant to be

Then surely we become