The Whip - Jesse Marchant

Breaking apart

From a life too late

I saw the line

Of the coward’s trace

It was time

I took to running

And I learned that quick

Packing your life

Onto a traveling stick

Ain’t a trial

I came around in the fall

In the rain

Like every child

Who is lost in their way

Standing alone in the line

Everybody likes to feel

They’re holding the whip

Here everybody likes

A goal they can drink to, a rise

Yeah everybody’s got

Their lines and their ways

And I never wanted

To be part of a chase

Or to heat a wan denial

I see droves of lion faces

Down every row I walk through

Chasing the light

Figuring out how

The world we place here

Into these black hole hearts

Were fitted you and I

Ending the race I am the last one

Even now

I felt the sun

And the warm of the rays

And in the dark

In the canyon wind, alive

There you were standing

With your back to the waves

I picked you up

And then I lost you and babe

I never got it back

You were a light

You didn’t have to change

I was the one

Always had you straying behind

Falling around

In the righteous waste

That I filled you up with

It had to have pained you blind

Is there no way

To put it right for you

Even now