Fall Saddles 歌詞

I listened to your taped epistle to Rachel stamped and dated, Now I know you were really alive in nineteen seventy one. (fall saddles) You carried God like a bouquet of balloons, Yoshua whispered in your ear your next move... "Go on, get on that train." In your clay faced youth the rubber upper lip sounds out a bold pen sketch. Were you talking about your dad when you said, "Your fisted language still affects my style. Although I sometimes catch your visions like a child." Do you still pray about me in your quiet time, Cast out soft-core demons when I come back home, Let some Nashville fake record your demo tapes? When I'm waiting at a train station or a bus stop. I also play "led by the lord day" in my own way.