Coat of Mail - Sydney Lyric Quartet, Harry Manx

There’s an honest man I know in the welfare line

Lives upstairs at the Yale

You can call him a good friend of mine

He was taken down by the man at his door

Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul

Sew him a coat of mail

Make it all alright

Send him the wind to sail

Sew him a coat of mail

I stood below your window, some things I understood

Out in the world’s a struggle, every man needs a plan

You can listen without words, its not everyone can see

But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me

You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn

There’s questions without answers, they continue to burn

It’s a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place

Well I see you sound yourself something

Cause it’s written on your face