Back to the bit, carried on by the wind
I trace your journey back every evening
[?] and somehow they ring
A song to shape the mist in the morning
Joe, I can hear us laughin' about
Wee little kids just runnin' around
Man, I love you to bits, little brother
I wish I could hold you like I did
Because, the days ache and sting
While all your curses and spit fall short
Till I will crack, till I will split
Till I will shatter all we've built
But the doves will sing again
Come the morning, my friend
Back to the bit, oh [?]
The child remains to stifle the screaming
How did the rifter, the nuclear drifter
Cry to shake the rosy fingers of Joe?
Joe, I can hear us laughin' about
Wee little kids just runnin' around
Yeah, I love you to bits, little brother
I wish I could hold you like I once did
Because the fear and the guilt
Make the words that I pick feel warm
Till I will crack, till I will split
Till I will shatter all we've built
But the doves will sing again
Come the morning, my friend
I know I should've been home
But I was long gone
Playin' the rock and roll I've made
For you, I'd throw it all away
