When the winding roads curve prevents seeing what's ahead, and forks present without knowing a certain destination, there's no wrong, there's just doing. Having foreknowledge isn't part of the human condition, we strive for stability in some sense, but we're not truly able to predict where the maze of life is going.
This one fills an old part of me from around '87- late 1990. A 4 year stretch of semi consciousness owing to an intake of pot that was not healthy to a human. I would drink beer if I was out of weed. This kind of enthralling sound was a constant, I had thousands of songs I could play. and I played the shit out of this song. The 'babies' reference seems to be motherhood, but that's my take. Here the Lyrics are posted after the video.
Lyrics
I'm seemin' to be a little alive
I'm happy again, caught, caught in time
Expose the daughter of yourself well
Me, I think that you're in her heart
You're the match of Jericho
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like the wall, not safe
More like a love that's a bot-tle of exquisite stuff, yes
You, yourself, and your father
Don't know, so part in your own ways
You're really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies
You're the match of Jericho
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
You will seem more like being that same bot-tle of exquisite stuff
Yes, you are the match of Jericho
That will burn
This whole madhouse down and I'll throw
Open like the wall, not safe
You, yourself, and your father don't know
So part in your own ways
You're really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies