Baby Moses - Jordan Klassen

I could have painted your lines

I could have dined on your open mind

And pulled the chaff from the wheat

Gone along when you’re less discreet

But I was still a silhouette, hey

A baby Moses on the steps, hey

I was waiting for a word that you’d let me stay

If you’d fallen from the sun

Count your blessings and call me one

If you’d spit in my eyes and you’d left me but one surprise

I could’ve filled up a house with the notes of an unlocked mouth

All the notes of my mouth, I could’ve taken a wife

I could’ve heard you and lost the fight anyway

But I was still a silhouette, hey

A baby Moses on the steps, hey

I was waiting for a word that you’d let me stay

I made most of the beds I lay in

I have cut off my hands and tried to dig in

I made most of the beds I lay in

Sew your tears to my feet

Shake them hard when they fall asleep

Tie your road to my shoes

Tell me that it’s what you had to do

It’s what you had to do anyway