Progress of Love - Joe Henry

This is the progress of love that I fear

You retreat just as my defeat finally nears

What’s only to lose, myself I volunteer

So all of your spoils could be mine

Life takes root in the deepest dark ground

Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down

And beaten like ponies and driven to town

Where reason is traded for rhyme

Your sailor is my lawyer

Your seamstress suits my king

But you are the mouth of the river

The star of my every dream

Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard

We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard

We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord

Now here comes the night

Our every word now we talk in blues

A hymn to the life we’re all bound to lose

We’d die for more but we still refuse

To live without a fight

Your sailor is my lawyer

Your seamstress suits my king

But you are the mouth of the river

At the start of my every dream

We say «never forget"and mean «never forgive»

No, never as long as ever we live

It offends all our dead to surrender this

To even think we might go on

And freedom doesn’t need to be free when it sells

Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells

We bet the farm trying to ring its bells

While love still goes for a song

Your sailor is my lawyer

Your seamstress suits my king

But you are the mouth of the river

At the start of my every dream