Banjo 1

We used to take the longest walk through the thickest forest
No light to see us off, no one would come upon us
And you told me you had slept with a quantity of men
And you told me, not all in the voluntary sense
And you said I’d caught your eye as my eyes had become dimmed
And you once had a brother who relied on such things
And the comfort it would bring
And you may find I’d be an easy man to love
Beneath all the bluster, behind the blind panic
I could watch you in your sleep, I could wake you from those dreams
That ever the prettiest life seemed to have
I’d look beyond my need for clamor
My clumsy touch and my Catholic roving eye
Here’s the man who knows what love means to you and I
It’s the comfort inside
And perhaps tonight was not the night for a drink
But honest to God tell me, which night ever is
I’ve become an expert at the cutting remark
And you’ve become an expert at raising your guards
You’re lucky you never knew me as an angry young man
I’d raise my fist and holler at the slightest of things, the lightest of things
I’d raise my fist and holler at the slightest of things
And the comfort that it would bring
I’d look beyond my need for clamor
My clumsy touch and my Catholic roving eye
Here’s the man who knows what love means to you
It’s the comfort inside
For the moments you allow what love means to you and I
It’s the comfort inside