Well I dreamed I saw an old man
Weighed down by his years
Facing out to the oceanward
Counting out his fears
I asked him many questions
He held me in his gaze
He said.. age has brought me wisdom boy
But faith has brought me tears

Failing that boy
You'll find your own way home

Painting Virgin Marys
They all look much the same
Baked in thirty seconds flat
They've turned out much the same
Packed off to the grotto
They better not move their heads
We'll be praying for falling angels
Floating two feet over our beds

Failing that girl
You'll find your own way home