The man from Cedarwood
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

He walked the road of cedar trees
A notebook full of psalms and pleas
A stupid boy with a soul to feed
A dreamer dressed in torn-up jeans

The lights grew bright
The suits came near
The gospel turned
Into sponsored cheer

Did he sell his soul?
For a chunk of the world
Now a peace flag
Dropped and furled

The boy from Cedarwood
Who lost the flame
The man from Cedarwood
Who polish the stage

The boy who sung
Under an Irish grey sky
He paid the price
A farewell she never replied

The boy from Cedarwood
Who played the game
The man from Cedarwood
Drunken by fame

The boy is gone
Showman of guilt
Preacher in 4k

A messiah
With a private jet

Not for the money
He has loads of it
And he lied you too