I have held my hands out way too long To the obstination of my soul I've fallen for the letter and the law And chosen with my will the shorter straw Oh I'm the tree they call the hollow oak Born a steady riser full of smoke Through my indignation I am broke But you can write with mercy every note Oh This is my resurrection song Written in the only book I know You can file it in a draw with all the wrongs I've done This is my resurrection song I can follow all the stars I want Write my destiny in every font But only you can see the needs I don't And wrestle with my heart at every joint Oh This is my resurrection song Written in the only ink I own You erase the blazing fire of all the things I've done This is my resurrection song