Life's Crooked Road

Driving down the wrong road and knowing it,
The fork years behind, how many have thought
To pull up on the shoulder and leave the car
Empty, strike out across the fields; and how many
Are still mazed among dock and thistle,
Seeking the road they should have taken?
~Damon Knight, The Man in the Tree, 1984

Mother Mary come to me
For I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and
I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child

I am the devil's son and
I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
But I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good

If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart

Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette

Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby Jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light