Lyrics:

I was holding my breath when the tightrope walker
Slipped into the moonglow
Saying all my children follow me, maybe it's time to go
You can be chrome when you're wise
Can be wise when you're blue
And baby if I have, then I have for you

Bribing the jury to keep me in jail
Singing Tea for the Tillerman
And although I lie fantastically
I swore an oath on my history
It's a miracle I can see
You can be wrong when you're right
Even when you're right on cue
And if I die tonight, then I die for you

Calling on those that call me son,
Great-grandson, or grandson
Great uncles, aunts and relatives
To judge what I have done
Gonna make right by you
Even if it's all I do
And if it's all I do, then I do for you

People will raise a whole lot of hell
About the water and the wind-mill
And although I stab quixotically,
It hurts no one but me
Even the darkness has arms
But they ain't got you
Baby, I have it, and I have you too

And a light in the window to pass the night through
May be so uncertain but what can I do
Keeping it on, keeping it on
And I know I like it but what does that prove
Sometimes I worry I don't know how to love you

I bring to you with reverent hands
All the books that my love abides
Kind woman that my passion wore
Like the shoreline wears the tides
Maybe the water went dry
Keeping an eye on you
And with an eye on you, it could drown me too

People will raise a whole lot of hell
About the water and the wind-mill
And although I stab quixotically,
I swore an oath on my history
It's a miracle I can see
Even the darkness has arms
But they ain't got you
Baby, I have it, and I have you too

And a light in the window to pass the night through
May be so uncertain but what can I do
Keeping it on, keeping it on
And I know I like it but what does that prove
Sometimes I worry I don't know how to love you