Take Care of My Soul

Well it might be paranoia
And it might be common sense.
I lost that fine distinction
When I lost my innocence.
And I lost my mind in keeping
That old devil down the hole.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

When the voices tell you one thing
And the good book says the other,
Are you faithful to your father?
Are you mindful of your brother?
‘Cause they share a common lineage
And share a common goal.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

Well possession is nine tenths of it
And the rest they leave for lawyers.
And that knowledge can inform you
And that knowledge can destroy you.
And no mercy’s shown for ignorance
Where knowledge does control.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

Well a woman left me homeless
And a woman left me hungry.
And a woman left me hopeful
She might take my last breath from me.
And a woman brought me into this
And a woman made me whole.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

Well the inky river winds along
And beckons me to follow.
I drift along and sing my song —
It echoes in the hollow.
And if I can’t row this boat ashore,
I’d die out on the shoal.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

In my private meditations
And my public exorcisms.
I have felt the tunneled light
And tasted acid cynicism.
And I pray each day for diamonds
In this heart as black as coal.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.
Oh Lord, please take care of my soul.

 

“Take Care of My Soul” appears on Ghost Stories From Lonesome County.


© and ℗ 1994 Marques Bovre