They are wiser

Written by: Jeremy Martin

The song will spin and rake and weave
Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve  
He walks along the water's crest 
And picks the leaves that he likes best 

How certain are the lovely girls 
The calloused hands of aging earls 
A locket with a bit of twine
Forget them all, this hour is mine 

The sound of many worldly prayers
The splitting up of all the hairs
Will corner, force to choose a fate 
To bring about what comes too late 

Come sit upon a marble throne 
Forget the room you called a home
Keep not one single bit of proof 
That you were once a thing of youth