I Do

Tending to things
that don't matter
that much
wasting my time
watching TV and such
spending my money
in folly and shame
don't point at me
'cause your doin' the same~

and
I
need
someone to tell me
it's gonna be alright
and
I
want
someone to lead me
out through the dark of
this night
I do

waiting on something
that's bigger than this
cleared away cobwebs
and cut through the mist
made up my mind
that I'm staying alone
I keep to myself
for I'm all that I own~

and
I
need
someone to tell me
it's gonna be
alright
and
I want someone to lead me
out through the dark of this night
I do
why all the bitterness
I can not say
pride in my life
chose the ignorant way~
well nothing is really
new under the sun
I've taken a look
but not turned to the One

and
I
need
someone to tell me
it's gonna be alright
and
I
need
someone to lead me
out through the dark of this night
I do

paying the bills
that are up to my chin
Wait for the day
when my ship will come in
keep even-keeled in the
worst of the gales
but climbing the steps
takes the wind from my sails

and
I
need
someone to tell me
it's gonna be alright
and
I
need
someone to lead me
out through the dark of
this night

I do

So I work until five
then it's time for a beer
month after month
turns to year after year
Thinkin that maybe
there's some other way
taking a risk could mean
falling away

And we
all
need
someone to tell us
it's gonna be alright
and we
all
need
someone to hold us
and lead us on out
through the dark of
this horrible night
dark of this terrible night
I do
I do.

This came to me tonight as I was thinking about an old black and white Orson Wells movie " The Stranger" in which he plays a Nazi general, Franz Clommer or something, who escaped the war crime trials and fled to America with a new identity, taking a job as a professor in some Ivy League College in New England. The detective who is investigating the fugitive is played by Edward G. Robinson. Franz is eventually found out but not before marrying the daughter (Loretta Young), of some VIP at the college. He has an obsession with clocks and the movie revolves around this fixing the clock tower of an old church on campus. You watch as his life begins to unravel, the truth becoming evident, as he sinks to murder to try to keep his secret. He winds up confessing to his wife, but all the while, untrusting and plotting her murder as well. Not unexpectedly, the movie comes to a climax as......well it's pretty graphic for that time. Almost unbearable!

My lyrics aren't really about Orson or the movie at all but were writtin in the spirit of the movie, and maybe more about being a victim of your own stupid choices, feeling imprisoned and needing some hope and guidance...a light at the end of the tunnel and a hand up and out. I think we all need to have a sense of community, and to en-courage and offer hope from another perspective. Maybe I was thinking about how we need more real love and less gonging bell. Bang a gong.