Late Hour

I built a palace I built it to scale
Alone in a jungle of thunder and hale
I walked all the hallways I was amazed
I was the lost one you couldn't save There are two kinds of people
They both spin a tale
Complex as a web
Or straight as a nail
So let me be sorry and let me be straight
I ripped through the web but the hour is late

I have the message
I have the intent
In my back pocket waiting to send
To those I've forgotten
Or left long ago
Will you return oh will you ever know

There are two kinds of people
They both spin a tale
Complex as a web
Or straight as a nail
So let me be sorry and let me be straight
I ripped through the web but the hour is late

I built a shed
I built it to scale
Alone but not lonely
Afraid but not scared
I walk the alleys
I am amazed
Could I be the last one you ever change

There are two kinds of people
They both spin a tale
Complex as a web
Or straight as a nail
So let me be sorry and let me be straight
I ripped through the web but the hour is late