A Master of All Things

When the lamps on your street start to dim
When the hems of your clothes start to fray
If you question the values of men
I’ll be ready and not far away
If it takes nimble fingers to untangle your strings
Or steady gentle brush strokes to fill your spaces in
I’ll practice everyday until I’m master of all things
If you’re feeling lost and lonely
Like the day just cannot be won
If the sun has set too early
I’ll build a mighty torch and follow you till dawn
I don’t think I believe in heaven
Or a being to pray to and fear
But we fit like the sea to the shoreline
So there must be a something somewhere