Love Is Enough - Joe Henry

Lincoln Street is howling

It’s empty, growing colder,

The night has come on limping and

It’s bleeding from the shoulder.

Headlights fake a prison break

Of snow that rages and dies,

It’s lost its will upon this hill

As one time so did I.

But here comes everybody-

The rounders and the nuns,

The poets sweeping sleeper cars,

The butcher and his sons;

Here comes the restitution

We’d all but given up,

This evening we’re content believing

That love will be enough.

Air is what I need

But I try to breathe you in,

Thinking I can get at what I must

Beneath your skin.

Your veins are humming wire

Rushing fire to your face,

I feel it flush against my own,

A pulse that I can taste.

And here comes everybody-

The tyrant and his crew,

His most loyal traitors

And they whisper this to you:

Here comes the restitution

You’d all but given up,

This evening we’re content believing

That love will be enough.

The fire escape is folded

Like the cradle of an arm,

Our dread so deep we’ve learned to keep it Near without alarm.

But every fear is like the prayer

You’ve learned to shout out loud,

From your lips to God’s ear

It turns the face of every crowd.

And here comes everybody-

The closet renegades,

The weary, hungry soldiers

From the children’s lost crusade.

Here comes the restitution

We’d all but given up,

This evening we’re content believing

That love will be enough.