Confessor
There was a man I had known fairly long
Who’d find me each time life had handled him rough
He’d come to my door always right before dawn
And I’d let him in ‘cause I thought myself tough
We met on a Wednesday more holy than most
Wearing ash on my head in the shape of a cross
He said that angels and demons are the world’s greatest hoax
I asked, “Did you seek me out ‘cause you thought I looked lost?”
He found a habit for when he had nothing to boast
He’d come to my door with rings of red ‘round his eyes
I knew that I wasn’t what he needed most
But he left feeling lighter than when he’d arrived
You looked for a confessor to calm your mind of stormy seas
I don’t have all the answers, still you put these robes on me
Things settled down and his worries grew dim
It was a sign tides had turned for the good, I could tell
I began to see less and less of him
Until he stopped coming by and it seemed just as well
But then a time came when he was doubting his worth
And he saw everything in his life headed South
He was drawn back to me like a compass points North
And tales of his sins dropped like stones from his mouth
You looked for a confessor, while you say you don’t believe
Tried to make me your intercessor, so you put these robes on me
You looked for a confessor, while my faith a mustard seed
You saw mountains before you, so you put these robes on me