Lady Magdalene

Lady Magdalene
The man on the right is a man undone
And he’d give you his soul if you asked him for some
A child in his way, for he needs to believe
That love is a song for each man to sing

The man on the left is a prize un-won
A candle unlit and a song unsung
Believing that love is a dreamer’s dream
The man on the left, and the me in-between
Lady Magdalene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain
Singing to the passing river, take me home
Show me peaceful days before my youth has gone
The man in-between stands within the two
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
And there he will sleep, the man in-between
Lady Magdalene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain
Singing to the passing river, take me home
Show me peaceful days before my youth has gone
Lady Magdalene, make the sound of silent thunder
Calling from the lips of Abraham
Make a sound that we may wonder where we are
Take us to your soul for we have wandered far

The man on the right was a man undone
And the man on the left, like a prize un-won
And God only knows what their time will bring
And what will become of the man in-between