Innocent Son

You left me there Waiting at the bottom of the stairs with my eyes closed Holding my right hand in my left there is no time for hesitation now you come or go or go Rusting leaves, Falling beside me on the ghost of a morning. Riding in sorrow to the harbor Far behind oh me the bodies of my friends hanging alone alone again Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another Keep all my promises to break them I am no, oh no, Innocent son. you run rabbit run --- Innocent Son - Fleet Foxes