what a long cold drive
my hearts a flame again
I should have known it would be
No resolve
The length of the prayer will bring no solace
the rain on my truck
in my hair and on your face
brings no baptism
no passage thru
and no cleansing
Forget you
when things were so right
Say what I want to hear
How could the truth be so foreign to you
When it is the gospel to me
so we pass by again
to leave this burning in front of us
and all we can do is stare
To stupid
either jump in
or put it out

-me