Okkervil River Lyrics
So Come Back, I Am Waiting (Black Sheep Boy II)
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. A black sheep boy
dissolves in syringe or in shower stall. He says “there's plenty of time to make
you mine tonight, there's plenty of time to make you mine.” He says “there's
plenty of ways to know you're not dying, all right. Hell, there's plenty of
light still left in your eyes.” A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke
through his microphone. The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing
his black diapason. He says “there's plenty of things to wear when you come to
me, every color of sleeve to be rolled. There are millions of rolling eyes that
still cling to me. Every language of king is concerned. So why did you bawl from
the spell of some old holy song that some liar laughed as he composed - some
liar I loved to control?” A black sheep boy dissolves in hot cream, in sweet
moans, in each dead bed and empty home, in each seething bacterium. Killing
softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial. He's the
smell of the moonlight wisteria. He's the thrill of the abecedarian. (See the
muddy hoofprints where he carried you?) And there's plenty of ways to claim his
crimes tonight, and there's plenty of things to do on his dime. And there's
plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight. You've got yours and I've got mine. So
why did you flee? Don't you know you can't leave his control, only call all his
wild works your own? So come back and we'll take them all on. So come back to
your life on the lam. So come back to your old black sheep man. He says “I am
waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and damned. I am waiting -
I snort and I stamp. I am waiting, you know that I am, calmly waiting to make
you my lamb.”