I've Been Delivered - The Wallflowers

I could break free from the

Wood of a coffin

If I need

But nothin’s hard as Gettin' free from places

I’ve already been

I’ve been waste-deep

In the burnin' meadows

Of my mind

In the engine

In cold December

Shootin' fire from the hose

Now turn off your lights

'cause I’m not comin' home

'til I’m delivered for the first time

I was first-born to a parade

That follows in rows

Down a narrow cold black river

Faceless shadows

Movin' slow

I would move swift when

The sounds of a trumpet would blow

I’ve been the puppet