I Can't Imagine My Life Any Other

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

Like A Stone On The Surface Of A Still River Driving The Ripples On Forever Redemption Rips Through The Surface Of Time In The Cry Of A Tiny Babe.

There's Roads, And There's Roads, And They Call. Can't You Hear It? Roads Of The Earth And Roads Of The Spirit The Best Roads Of All Are The Ones That Aren't Certain. One Of Those Is Where You'll Find Me 'til They Drop The Big Curtain.

Little Round Planet In A Big Universe, Sometimes It Looks Blessed, Sometimes It Looks Cursed. Depends What You Look At Obviously, But Even More It Depends On The Way That You See.

Music Itself Isn't Enough To Completely Wear Down My Stash Of Anger. And I Don't Have All That Much More To Be Angry About Than Anyone Else. It's Not Like I Was Abused As A Kid Or Anything. I Had A Pretty Comfortable Childhood With Parents Who Took Good Care Of Me. But Resentment Exists, And Some Of It Goes Into The Music. Some Of It Goes Into Physical Activity.