Why - Fall Saddles lyrics

rate me

I listened to your taped

epistle to Rachel

stamped and dated,

Now I know you were really alive

in nineteen seventy one.

(fall saddles)

You carried God

like a bouquet of balloons,

Yoshua whispered in your ear

your next move...

"Go on, get on that train."

In your clay faced youth

the rubber upper lip

sounds out

a bold pen sketch.

Were you talking about

your dad when you said,

"Your fisted language still affects my style.

Although I sometimes catch your

visions like a child."

Do you still pray about me

in your quiet time,

Cast out soft-core demons

when I come back home,

Let some Nashville fake

record your demo tapes?

When I'm waiting at a train

station or a bus stop.

I also play "led by the lord day"

in my own way.