Visiting Gideon
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VISITING GIDEON
I went to visit my old friend
We meet for contradictions
Leave our footprints on the wind
And fly our latest fictions
There's no early, there's no late
There's no deliberation
It's all aboard a southbound freight
The sun our destination
Bewilderment is where we live
The grace of never knowing
We like what cups of coffee give
And wonder where we're going
The more one lives, the more one grieves
It’s such a slow sad dance
Who moves beyond what he believes
Gives happiness a chance
It’s only when we’re falling down
That we are given wings
Those who fix a broken crown
Are those who would be kings
The soul goes out and then comes back
A ritual so strange
Light goes looking for a crack
To help the darkness change
The mourning dove is in her cage
The hawk is in the sky
The thunder drowns the whisper sage
The sun is a black eye
The wine God loves is honesty
The purest form of prayer
He’s thirsty for a drink, you see
Have you some wine to spare
I went to visit Gideon
We angled for the beauty
That gypsy spirits stumble on
When tired enough for duty
We left our footprints on the wind
Flew our latest fictions
Gideon, he is my friend
We drink our contradictions
DL
VISITING GIDEON
I went to visit my old friend
We meet for contradictions
Leave our footprints on the wind
And fly our latest fictions
There's no early, there's no late
There's no deliberation
It's all aboard a southbound freight
The sun our destination
Bewilderment is where we live
The grace of never knowing
We like what cups of coffee give
And wonder where we're going
The more one lives, the more one grieves
It’s such a slow sad dance
Who moves beyond what he believes
Gives happiness a chance
It’s only when we’re falling down
That we are given wings
Those who fix a broken crown
Are those who would be kings
The soul goes out and then comes back
A ritual so strange
Light goes looking for a crack
To help the darkness change
The mourning dove is in her cage
The hawk is in the sky
The thunder drowns the whisper sage
The sun is a black eye
The wine God loves is honesty
The purest form of prayer
He’s thirsty for a drink, you see
Have you some wine to spare
I went to visit Gideon
We angled for the beauty
That gypsy spirits stumble on
When tired enough for duty
We left our footprints on the wind
Flew our latest fictions
Gideon, he is my friend
We drink our contradictions
DL
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