Is it safe or out of bounds
We all get paid to sing along
And memorize the revisions that are made
Breathing out a line of gospel spirit
Filled with love or something near it
Until we sing again the words that we just heard
Stretching miles across the night time
Pointing toward, a starry blacktop
Between radio signals, across country roads
I am taken, for an hour
Back inside, here and now or
I am waiting in the car
Roll up your program into an x-ray telescope
Hold it up to your one open eye, tilt your head back-- “who is there?”
Do we sing, should we dance
I’ll just sit here, in my hemmed short pants
With my sweater, buttoned with the cross and crown
While black crows watch over
Black crows, watch over me
Is it safe or out of bounds
We all get paid to sing along
And memorize the revisions that are made
Breathing out a line of gospel spirit
Filled with love or something near it
Until we sing again the words that we just heard
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