...and counting...

6/06/2005

 
i want to dig a hole
and throw myself in
not out of embrarressment
or grief over unconfessed sin
i just want to build my home
and i want to make it sweet
if that made little sense the first time
it won't do any good to repeat
i want to settle
like the leaves down in the dirt
they roll as the wind blows
but their home is still the earth
someday i will coast away
like at first upon my birth
this might come as a shock
but all i want is a pulse
i'll feel good about my purpose
as long as i matter more than mulch
i want to be your blood brother
that will be enough for me
my goals aren't so high
i really only want to be free
and if that gets too expensive
i hope to scrap up the fee
out of sofa cushions
and from the bottom of the sea
there's no price too high
but i'd never trust a man who'd charge for liberty