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Mother led me when I was a boy The smells of insence, hands of safety Vicar led the congregation His voice still echoes under the pews Halfway through the morning mass I leave to draw the gospel stories Sunday art school, paint by numbers On stained glass, chapel windows End the service in time for tea There were ladies with beards and men with false teeth Mother and I amongst the old and the old and retired We were the rebels and they were the choir I'll try and believe in Trying to see it All you've been telling me I can't live my life by the book My life's a path and I'm blind Step by step, day by day Take each moment, thrown my way Father stopped the weekly outings I watched the first time you drove off alone Didn't he see I was never a priest Or maybe he resented it was just you and me I feel nostalgic when I think of the past The hymns you sung in my memory last He showed me serenity sat side by side I'm too shy to tell you these words I can find I've reminisced on how it was then Another reminder of how things end Oh the candles we lit, they burnt out so fast Our lives are no different, they're not made to last I'll try and believe in Trying to see it All you've been telling me I can't live my life by the book My life's a path and I'm blind Step by step, day by day Take each moment, thrown my way |