Innocent Son

You left me there waiting at the bottom of the stairs With my eyes closed Holding my right hand in my left There is no time for hesitation now You come or go, or go Rustling leaves falling beside me on the ghost of a morning Riding in sorrow to the harbor Far behind (oh, me!) the bodies of my friend Hanging alone, alone again Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another Keep all my promises to break them I am no, oh no, innocent son You run, rabbit run