kneeling on dirty carpet, worn out guitar and soul, shes beautiful...
basement room feeling the sea breeze winter cold, i felt pitiful...
wondering when god will cry with me, will you stay with me a while?...
i read that god is waiting on the devil to become a gorgeous child...
troubled, puzzled, curious at heretical implications i pondered...
wandered off the beaten path with nothing but life to squander...
in a brief moment, prostitutes and preachers became best friends...
lord and i made amends looked towards ends as a means to transcend...
i stood there with locks of hair waving as guitar strings hummed...
wooden beads grew like smokeless trees just as if it all just begun...

-never been there before-

woke up dreaming of the wrong woman, holding her tight...
greed is crawling, babies hung out to dry in starry night...
living in concrete jungles alone excited by our differences...
our brethren its never them inciting our insignificance...
grace and mercy hurts me, its ignorance that birthed me...
this world is cruel and god be cool, im still unworthy...
wise men say move on, dont hold on to jezebel of babylon...
sounds of strings crescendo, tremble until my souls gone..
now i understand crashing waves and the vastness of it all...
standing on top it all is just a misfortune before i fall...
interposing sorrow into tales of love, joy, hope and lies...
disturbing peace in eyes haunted by drawn out goodbyes...

-god waits-