Wood and Wire

Fourteen years behind these bars,
In twelve-foot square of cold cement.
I've lost nearly everything,
For a crime of which I'm innocent.

But all my suffering's
Lie in momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory
Still remains to me.

Dead men walking down the hall,
To meet a mess of wood and wire.
They lead me where men fear to tread --
But towards the thing I most desire.

But all my suffering's
Lie in momentary pain
While the weight of an endless glory
Still remains to me.

Throw the switch, son; I know you ain't got a choice.
The dawn is coming; all is well, I will rejoice.