Tom Flannery Footprints Of The Fisherman
Blinded by the fineryso much that I couldn't see
footprints of the fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
could hit a baseball a country mile
could finally make my mother smile
jealous glances in the neighborhood
a full head taller where I stood
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Ice cream ball games on summer nights
escaping the tenements taking flight
young kid and I had it made
like a cool drink in the summer shade
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Then it all started to come undone
like storm clouds overtaking the sun
and the rain fell down like the end of the world
and left an infant in a fetal curl
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Darling can you hold me in the night
but please make sure it's not too tight
just until the trembling ends
then I'll try to go to sleep again
How many landlords how many jobs
how many bottles how many sobs
how many snapshots in my head
how many living and how many dead
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
after he took away what's mine
they just placed him on an assembly line
another parish in another town
another child in the lost and found
Darling can you hold me in the night
but please make sure it's not too tight
just until the trembling ends
then I'll try to go to sleep again
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
