Man needs colour to change his name
   gentle breeze collided softly in his ear
   breath of god all over
   in this time we went away
   tenderness come hold in the storm
  
   man likes to take to feel his chains
   man likes to take time to view his pain
   and in between fully felt the lie low
   for between never saw the sky move
  
   fend off this nighttime there's a storm we have to clear
   lay down your empty cup and wait
   choose a day that won't compete and a day will disappear
   choose a cup that won't be left in line
  
   fortune may complain
   fortune may complain
  
   my little lady my god in the corner store
   lay down make a bed where the child from the woman can sleep
   my little campsong breathes fire on the welcome sign
   take this harmony home
  
   fortune may complain
   fortune may complain