American Jesus

I can't be your american Jesus
I can't be your exciting career
and I know you've never asked for either
but I know i've somehow let you down my dear
but I know well the sound of your laughter
I've made a map of all of your fears
and I'll take you home when the party's over
I'll still take you home after all these years

I'll lie beside you while you lay there sleeping
while the wolves pile up outside on the lawn
when the stars seek you out
so far from heaven
well I'll be here for you long after they are gone

I know well your need for solace
and what hides under the embers of all your tears
and I'll take you home when the party's over
I'll take you back home after all these years

both time and love aren't set in stone
they're only borrowed or freely given
but they're both so heavy they'll break your heart
till you don't know if you can go on living

I can't be the thing that makes you happy
maybe once I was but not anymore
I can only be who I am
waiting here for you when you come through the door
I know well the tides of your affection
the way they wax and the way they wain
but I'll take you home when the party's over
I will always take you back home again