Carousels

On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud "Why am I going to town?" As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?" So I kissed the filthy ground and in the first dry spot I found I didin't have to wonder Why I was laying down Before I walk I was too cold took a bus back to the station I found a letter left by a pay phone with no return contact, it read like a horn blown by some sad angel "Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down" it was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still wander lost in Sinai counting the plates of cars from out-of-state, how I could jump in their path they hurry along! you surround me, you're pretty but you're all I can see, like a thick fog - if there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, St. Cyril's fair always came through the first week of September but it's already the 19th and there's no sign of it yet. Yeah, I have a hard time Remembering the things I shouldn't remember in a hard time and forgetting the things that I sopposed forget. Oh Christ when You're ready to come back I think I'm ready for You to come back but if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are, that's okay too - it's really none of my business. If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me: There are places that aren't here. I had a well but all the water left so I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath, if there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.