Honest Men

I study your lines, trace them with my fingers
In your half lit room, we were on fire

Before this night, we were perfect strangers
I could say the prayer written inside your arm

You said "Being who I am makes me divine"
I am an honest man, we are honest men tonight

Who are your kin? Have they stood beside you?
You were born again, and again and again
Just for their sake

We take our rest, a channel of that peace
On your lean, warm chest I lay my head

Before the day broke I dressed in the dark
Flew a thousand miles, still you linger near
Like the old crooked roads we ran on our own
The same green hillsides led us here

You said "Being who I am makes me divine"
I am an honest man
We are honest men tonight

I am an honest man