If I ever get home before dark
I will roll my sleeves so way down low
I will sink my fingers in your hair
And I will wait for one and only word
If I ever get home before dark
Lord you held me hostage for so long
In between some kind of rights and wrong
Oh so much said and nothing's done
Silence is the mother of all songs
If I ever get home
If I ever get home
If I ever get home before dark
I will roll my sleeve so way down low
I will sink my fingers in your hair
And I will wait for one and only word
If I ever get home before dark
If I ever get home before dark
If I ever get home before dark
If I ever
Lord you held me hostage for so long
Between some kind of rights and wrong
Oh so much said and nothing's done
Silence, mother of all songs
Silence, mother of all songs
If I ever get home before dark