On a bus ride into town,I wondered out loud"Why am I going to town?"As I looked aroundat the billboards and the storesI thought, "Why do I look around?"So I kissed the filthy groundand in the first dry spot I foundI didin't have to wonderWhy I was laying downBefore I walk I was too coldtook a bus back to the stationI found a letter left by a pay phonewith 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 attemptI'd ever seen at conversation If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still wander lost in Sinaicounting 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 Septemberbut it's already the 19th and there's no sign of it yet.Yeah, I have a hard timeRemembering the things I shouldn't remember in a hard timeand 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 backbut 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 wanderinglost 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 forgivenesswith every breath, if there was no way into God,I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.
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