THIS IS A CALLING

WE LEFT THE LAW AND MISFORTUNE BEHIND
AND WE WERE LONG GONE BEFORE THEY PUT IT RIGHT
AND WE WERE ALWAYS WHAT YOU COULD CALL CLOSE
AND NOW I HANG ON TO YOU LIKE FLESH ON A BONE

AND YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME AROUND HERE
I’VE WATCHED THE BACK DOOR FOR MORE THAN THREE YEARS
WITH A RIFLE AND A SUITCASE OF BOOKS
YOU NEVER WILL BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOU COULD

WHEN EVERY CLUMSY AND UNWELCOME KNOCK
WELL THAT’S ME FUMBLING AT THE LOCK
I HAVE A DREAM OF THE NIGHT THAT WE MET
WHEN I WAS SO SICK BUT YOU LET ME IN YET
YOU PULLED ME IN YES AND NOW

THIS IS A CALLING A CALL TO YOUR ARMS

THEY FILL UP TANKERS WITH BUCKETS OF MEN
SET EM LOOSE ON THE BLUE OCEAN
AND NONE OF EM KNOW THE SHAPE OF THE PLAN
THE METHOD IN THE MADNESS THE LIES OF THE LAND

THEY GOT ENOUGH DIRT TO COVER THEIR TRACKS
BUT TOO MUCH TO EVER GO BACK
THIS IS THE SALE OF THE CENTURY
THE WORST DEAL THAT WE’LL EVER NEED
IT’S ROTTEN BUT WE SETTLE FOR IT STILL

THIS IS A CALLING A CALL TO YOUR ARMS

HOW BAD DO THINGS HAVE TO GET
FOR A MAN TO CHANGE WHAT HE IS
I’M ON THE SQUARE AND THE MARKET IS GONE
WE MADE A GHOST TOWN PALE AND WAN

AND SOME NIGHTS WHEN IT’S ESPECIALLY BLACK
I IMAGINE THAT I COULD WRITE YOU RIGHT BACK
IF I WERE A POET OF PRAYER OR OF SONG
THAT YOU WOULD LISTEN HEAR IT AND SING ALONG

THIS IS A CALLING A CALL TO YOUR ARMS