I can tell by the way youand're walking, you donand't want company
iand'll let you alone and iand'll let you walk on and
in your own good time youand'll be
back where the sun can find you, under the wise wishing tree
and with all of them made weand'll lie under the shade and call it a jubilee
And i can tell by the way youand're talking, that the past isnand't letting you go
thereand's only so long you can take it all on,
and then the wrongs gotta be on its own
and when youand're ready to leave it behind you,
youand'll look back and all that youand'll see
is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust on your way to the jubilee
And i can tell by the way youand're listening,
that youand're still expecting to hear
your name being called like a summons to all who have failed to account
for their doubts and their fears,
they canand't add up to to much without you
and so if it were up to me i¡Â¯d take hold of your hand
saying come hear the band play your song at the jubilee
And i can tell by the way you¡Â¯re searching,
for something you can¡Â¯t even name
that you haven¡Â¯t been able to come to the table,
simply glad that you came
when you feel like this try to imagine that we¡Â¯re all like frail boats on the sea
just scanning the night for that great guiding light announcing the jubilee
And i can tell by the way you¡Â¯re standing with your eyes filling with tears
that it¡Â¯s habit alone that keeps you turning for home, even though your home is right here
where the people who love you are gathered, under the wise wishing tree
may we all be considered then straight on delivered down to the jubilee
Because to people who love you are waiting,
and they¡Â¯ll wait just as long as need be
when we look back and say those were halcyon days
we¡Â¯re talking about jubilee
