Blinded by the finery
so much that I couldn't see
footprints of the fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door

could hit a baseball a country mile
could finally make my mother smile
jealous glances in the neighborhood
a full head taller where I stood

Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door

Ice cream ball games on summer nights
escaping the tenements taking flight
young kid and I had it made
like a cool drink in the summer shade

Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door

Then it all started to come undone
like storm clouds overtaking the sun
and the rain fell down like the end of the world
and left an infant in a fetal curl

Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door

Darling can you hold me in the night
but please make sure it's not too tight
just until the trembling ends
then I'll try to go to sleep again

How many landlords how many jobs
how many bottles how many sobs
how many snapshots in my head
how many living and how many dead

Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door
Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor
God's right hand breaking down the door

after he took away what's mine
they just placed him on an assembly line
another parish in another town
another child in the lost and found

Darling can you hold me in the night
but please make sure it's not too tight
just until the trembling ends
then I'll try to go to sleep again

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