We live, we love, we let it go.

Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain’t changed me at all.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she’s trying to bloom. Tho she’s resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

I’ve still got the bible, I stole that night from my revival. From some hotel on 35.

If I had some of Jesus’ tools, I’d build a big house that has no rules. And a bed that’s big enough for 13 babies, and me & Miss Olivia Brown.

Someday when we’re older, we’ll learn who to trust. But heroes and saviors, can’t save folks like us.

Animosity killed the elephant.