The home I know
is no longer up the hill
from the lake and the woods
have over grown the path
...
walk up to a wall
my self
on the other side
standing on a tight rope
...
threw down the pen
went under the knife
nice to speak to you again
after summer's last furnace blast
...
David played a sacred chord
And though he sinned it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for mercy do you?
He had seen Bathsheeba on the roof
...
Be A Child
Sing a Song
Don't matter
What you get wrong
...
Play my tapes
ritualistically
though they don't
often synchronize
...
Master of the universe
King of all I see
Beauty surrounds me
Wherever I be
...
After many hours
On tortured row
My soul no longer knows
To ask for sunshine
...