Rescue

In the darkness by the streetlight he'll be waiting
Honouring promises that he made a long time ago
Though time ticks by, though the street light fades
Though the workforce may scurry by, he'll still be waiting.

Screw your courage to the sticking point
When you called him the voice stirred you
It all seemed such a good idea
But who can live up to the memory
Of when you were too young to understand
Remember what he said:

"If you're in the desert I'll be Moses
I'll be the hand to pull you out of the sea
And show you things that make life worth living
Help you be all the things you can be"

Run down beach house, summer holiday
On the shoulders of your hero
It all seems a lifetime ago
Now the hard truth leaves you drowning
Between disappointment and nothingness
When you listen to what he says

"I could pretend but the awful truth is
I'm not the man that I used to be
If you're in the desert I can't be Moses
I can't be the hand to pull you out of the sea.
When a life is less that a living
When a soul is less than alive
It takes it out of you just breathing
To close you throat or spit out the lie.
But I wish if you're in the desert I could be your Moses
God, let me be the one to pull you out of the sea
And maybe once you're safe on dry land
You can be the one to rescue me"