Can’t Do Nothin’

A thousand polar memories hide behind those weather eyes
Clear blue bright-light, grey storm take-flight; ever-changing skies
Pure heart choked by distant apron strings that always stayed undone
Did I tell you when we first met, I just knew you were my son?

You can rant, and you can rave, throw, and I will move aside
Push and pull, be kid-cruel, I’ll keep swallowing my pride
The self-fulfilling depth of you that fears what it creates
Pushes love lines to its boundaries, tests to see if it will break

And the hurt goes round and round, like an endless spinning top
And though I try to break the cycle, only you can make it stop
Take my hand, walk this land, knowing I am here to stay
Do your worst, cruel outburst, this mum still won’t go away.

So much love, Lord above, so much beauty in your soul
Empathy, shared with me, wish that I could make you whole
Can’t stand back, as you loose track, of the man you’re meant to be
Get it wrong, and you’re gone, back to turning back on me.

And the pain goes round and round, like a helter-skelter ride
And though I try to break the cycle, only you can heal inside
Take my hand, walk this land, knowing my love is forever
Do your worst, cruel outburst, this mum is leaving never

When you laugh its crystal sleigh-bells ringing softly in my heart
But when your thunder crashes wildly, I watch you rip yourself apart
Passing pain, falling rain, cascading slowly down your face
Your rage is not your making, it’s just love that’s been misplaced.

And the trust goes round and round, like a donkey on a beach
And though I try to help you hold it, it keeps slipping out of reach
Take my hand, walk this land, know I love without condition
Do your worst, cruel outburst, you have my full permission

I signed a private contract, another place, a different time
Swore that I would always love you, and that you’d always be mine
In my heart, from the start – you and I are just like one.
Did I tell you when I met you, I just knew you were my son?

And the hope goes round and round, like a record on a table
And though I try to re-enforce it, only you are truly able
Take my hand, walk this land, knowing I will always be
Do your worst, cruel outburst, you still mean the world to me

Hurt and fear, when they appear, seem united in attack
Minus minus = positive, nothing’s ever white and black
Plug the holes, heal your soul, promise endlessly repeated
Can’t do nothin, must do something, double negative defeated

And the love goes round and round, like a milk-shake in a mixer
And if you’re feeling left in pieces, let me help you be your fixer
Take my hand, walk this land, laughing, crying on the way
Do your worst, cruel outburst,
I’ll love you past my dying day.