Half-handed Cloud

Place Your Wind Against My Sails

Half-handed Cloud


I'll set nothing vile before my eyes 
And while You're faithful 
Oh that faithless deeds 
Wouldn't static-cling 
Then I'd be grateful 

Hem my pants so long 
For growing into strong 
Down past the shoes 
I didn't roll them up 
To trip everyone up 
And then I blamed You 

Place Your wind against my sails 

Envelope that mails 
To a prisoner in jail 
Will I answer? 
Running everywhere 
'Til my feet are turning bare 
You knock on the door 
But I rarely cross the floor
Sit around and hope 
For some skin that soaks-up soap 
Will I answer? 

Place Your wind against my sails.