I've got to find a way, Back to higher ground, I was there before, Today I fell back down. I didn't mind to lose, But now I have to win, Your voice invading thoughts, I feel you coming in,

Tutankhamuns' tomb won't let me be. (Release the doors and let me free) On and on and on it came. (Wish the rain would just let me be)

Just when you thought it was safe to have sex again!

If one of you should fall from common grace And down the light-fire river plummet free The other should not hide their dismayed face Against the knotted branches of the tree

Please excuse the strange rhythm, this is actually a song I wrote, so it doesn't read well as a poem.

I warm my bare feet on the dash board, sitting in the boyish manner that makes you laugh, as we drive up Avondale Road.

The story of how music and a boy ran off into the world and made it together .