WHY? - Fall Saddles Lyrics

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.