Know a man who wept a song about a mess he'd made, bound up by the lashes of denying,
You know the chasm between what's done and said, but you can't blame a man for trying.

Come to me like when the rain falls, like the arrows from the archer,
Let the wind behind the stars call me from points of my departure.

Happens to the best of us, these inconvenient things,
Happens to the rogues, and kings and queens,
The heart has its poison she keeps hidden away 'til someone holds it up to the clear light of day.

Come to me like when the rain falls, like the arrows from the archer,
Let the wind behind the stars call me from points of my departure.

The drowning know they're sinking,
The dead know they're not breathing,
And I will take this song and be forever grateful...at least as much as I am able.

Come to me like when the rain falls, like the arrows from the archer,
Let the wind behind the stars call me from points of my departure.

Points of my departure,
Points of my departure,
Points of my departure,
Yeah, points of my departure.