Joy Surrender

I was born to start a revolution
It would be my contribution
To a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
The joy of mens’ desires
Was laid in my hand
But i was born a weak and worried thinker
With an eagerness to know myself
That throws it all away
‘cause all i can think of is:
-love
And saturday
And how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! what if i just don’t give a damn?
-how wonderful!
But after all the worst can’t be that bad
Oh, man…what if i knew how to say:
– stop
– no
– let go?

– oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
Who thought he knew
Why some mirrors crack so easily
– now, he ain’t got a clue
And every now and then
It seems to me it’s come to this
-that promises and prophecies
Was all i had to give
‘cause all i can think of is:
Love…

Oh, love…

But after all the worst can’t be that bad
Oh, man…
Seems like a joy surrender