John Moreland Let Me Be Understood
Mama's little martyr woke up with her face drawn on
What you gonna do, 22, with your youth all gone
And all your awful glory don't feel like it should
Before you hang me for my story, lord let me be understood
Oh, cause it ain't about if, it's about when
They put a weapon in my hand, now here I am, a heretic agair
But I feel sure footed, hope l'm going somewhere good
No time to sit and wonder, lord let me be understood
I used to walk around with shackles on my hands
Back when I still needed you to tell me who I am
We were standing at the dawn, unaware of the flood
The rain pours on and on, lord let us be understood
Ain't you had enough, living in this picture show
Move a little closer, but oh don't let your demons show
But I wouldn't go back even if I could
Howling at the drunken thunder, lord let me be understood
Friend, I've been restless, and I've been unwell
But I have a heartbeat, and a trial to tell
You can sentence me to burn, if you feel that you should
But let the clock hands turn and turn, let me be understood
Call it revelation, call it in the air
Boy, you can't reach salvation from your rocking chair
You're gonna shed a tear, gonna have to give blood
No time to sit and wonder, lord let me be understood
Here in the monumental yonder, let me be understood
