They never knew why Frank Mullawney did it
Nobody ever thought to ask him why
The evidence was watertight, the jury all agreed
And the judge declared that Frankie had to die
His only friend, Blue Houston, came to see him
And Frankie said, Speak comfort to me, Blue!
I guess Ive seen this old world from every angle now
But how beautiful it is, I never knew
He talked about the springtime that hed never get to see
He talked about the wheat fields and the highways and the trees
But he never said a word about the sentence or the plea
Like they dont matter in his philosophy
It always applies to you
It never applies to you
Do you ever wonder, Blue
Whats the truth?
He left this earth one February morning
A cigarette and a Coke was his last meal
They didnt pass a single window between his cell and destination
But the unseen sky was cold and hard as steel
He thought he heard somebody ask a question:
Is there anything youve done that you regret?
But the saline started dripping and Frankie had no answer
cept: Theres a lot of things I aint done yet
Do you want a full accounting of every drop of blood?
Do you need to know the genesis of a man made out of mud?
Enemies and friends alike have many questions, but
They never ask what I see through the mask
It always applies to you
It never applies to you
Do you ever wonder, Blue
Whats the truth?
It always applies to you
It never applies to you
Have you ever wondered, Blue
Whats the truth?
