Coins - Patty Griffin

Thought I was rid of you once

For a couple coins on the table

Forgetting when you left that day

You were young and angry and able

I’d hoped I’d seen the last of you

No more would I fetch or cower

But when I fed you for a tip that day

You were young and hungry for power

Then a chill came on a beam of sun

Natural as a cancer

You would never stop 'til all was won

The young man with all the answers

That shape of love on every face

The ghost of loss inside you

Everyone else was just as lost

And it’s sad because you never knew

Now history is on your side

Who am I to deny it?

A fiefdom for your fragile pride

And who would dare defy it?

Then a chill came on a beam of sun

Natural as a cancer

Bow down to the lord and son

To the man with all the answers