she calls the wind to meet her
like it was her familiar
it bends itself to greet her
and finds itself returning to a
long lost love affair

she whispers something tender
the color of surrender
she binds herself to wonder
and finds herself believing in the

most unlikely pair

still the space between is wide
the distance between nothingness and matter

chorus
how will she go from here to there
she must become the wind
wrap herself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide

“i am the tree top” she says
up from the earth’s tender skin
it took me centuries to find the sun
and i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to my leaves
come and stir them on the eventide.”

“i’m the mountainside” it says in reply
up from ocean’s bottom
it took me centuries to find the sun
but i can feel your feet upon
my bed of fallen leaves
come and stir them on the eventide”

and she said
show me the way from here to there
must i become the wind?
wrap myself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide
sing for the hillside…

i am the moonbeam it says
up from nothingness of matter
it took me centuries to find the sun
yet i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to the leaves
come stir them on the eventide

bridge
there is where there is nowhere but here
and you’re breathing me in
here is where it all begins

so how do we go from here to there
we must become the wind
wrap ourselves around the earth
stir the brittle leaves upon the eventide
make some glory
tell the story of the seas
wrap ourselves around the earth….

chorus
Blue rock, blue rock twisting
Trying to make trouble, trying to make freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock shifting
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.

We are living in a world today
Where we take our own peace of mind
And give it away.
Take my hand at the highest price,
And with just enough stardust
I’ll paint my own paradise.

chorus
Blue rock, blue rock shaking
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock breaking,
Trying to make trouble, trying to shape freedom.

All around me I see soul folk on the floor
Selling flesh and blood til it ain’t no joke no more.
Sweatshop economics in the name of evolution
And green back flavored apathy
Done bought out the revolution.

My Lord what a morning
When the blue rock shakes the mighty to the Earth
My Lord what a morning
When the mountain lays down pleading for rebirth
My Lord what a morning
When the tide crawls back to rest upon the shore
My Lord what a morning
When the martyred sons and daughters cry no more.

chorus

i’m a soldier in the army
it’s an infantry of gods
and were marching on to zion
and we mean to bend the odds
we are reaching towards tomorrow
as we lift one voice and sing
and there ain’t no rest
’til death for a king, no no
said there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king.

we are marching for the children
with the souls who dare to stand
we are marching for the mothers
for the fathers, for the land
we can build a new beginning
if we lift one voice to sing
that there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king

Chorus
cause there ain’t no rest for a king
no there ain’t no rest for a king
we are marching on to zion
let the bells of freedom ring
cause there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king

bloodied by the fire and cross
i’ve watched pale moons turn to red
i have heard the promise makers
take back every word they’ve said
but i still believe in truth
and truth is such a simple thing
still there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king

we have been to the mountain
seen the dawning of the sun
so we will stand and deliver
’til we know the the day is won
’til we hear the peace song rise
on every prayer and every wing
’cause there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king

Chorus

i believe we’re all sojourners
and the journey is our grace
and i never will surrender
you can see it on my face
i am more than simple matter
i’m the gift the journey brings
and there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king

if my body dies before me
then my voice will linger on
let my voice become the fountain
the horizon, the new dawn
we’ll be born again in freedom
so let the bells of freedom ring
cause there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king.

Chorus

i’m a soldier in the army
it’s an infantry of gods
and were marching on to zion
and we mean to break the odds
we are forging our tomorrow
as we lift one voice and sing
that there ain’t no rest ’til for a king, no no
said there ain’t no rest ’til death for a king.

Chorus

the clouds are moving through
and it’s magic like you my love
the trees are whispering blue
and it’s magic like you my love

i was at the threshold of revelation
but then i had to kiss you
and when i sensed your hesitation,
i began to miss you my love

just the other day
i watched a young girl pray my love
i couldn’t tear myself away
from the perfect, pure display, my love.

she was on her knees in such devotion,
that i began to wonder
if innocence and faith like that in motion
could ever draw us under

cause sometimes i say i’m sorry
when i really want to cry
and you might say you love me
when you mean to say goodbye
we’re just two steps from surrender
even still inside i know
you are the one

you are the one
whose breath i take
as food for my blood

so you may say you’re sorry
when you really want to cry
and i might say i love you
when i mean to say goodbye
but we could carelessly surrender
to the tenderness we’ve known

the clouds are moving through
and it’s magic like you my love
the trees are whispering blue
and it’s magic like you my love

everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is a chance
to right a thousand wrongs

every lifetime tells another possibility
every wrinkle in time shows a future memory
every lifeline holds a new reality
every star shines on another version of me

will i be a pot head?
would i be better off dead?
would i use a gun or a knife?
will i be a hot head?
would you hear a word i said?
will i be a man to raise a hand to my wife?

will i be blind?
will i be kind?
will i find i can move mountains with my mind?
will i know myself a child of god and love
will that be enough?

see every heartbeat is just another possibility
every sunrise saves me from obscurity
everyday.

everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is my chance
to find where i belong

every place i wait in the belly of futility
but every song becomes my own private litany

will i have a nice ride?
would i make a beautiful bride?
will i earn more than minimum wage?
would i let myself decide
when it’s time to eat my pride?
will i be reincarnated a sage?

will i just be ordinary?
or would that be too scary?
will i let the church choose who i wed?
will i bleed? will i burn?
will i notice my turn? and will i take it?
everyday

i don’t know where the dream goes
when the world begins
i don’t know how to love you as i did then
speak to me of the magic of lip to lip
so that maybe i can recall the best love of all
and talk to me of the tender touch
of cheek to cheek
so that maybe by the end i can love again

but it’s the last stop. thanks again for riding.
i hope to see you on the road again.

i could have watched the sun set
in your eyes forever
we thought the map had been made
by some spirit in the skies
but i need more than a memory
of heart to heart
just a precious little light
could make it worth the fight
but the thought of you and me
sharing soul to soul
breaks the heart to begin
to see it all end

cause it’s the last stop….

i know i pushed you away
just because i never thought you’d stay
but i was praising you as i preached to you
and i was raising you as i reached for you

i’m going back to kansas
when i dream tonight
i’ll click my heels and learn
the deal i got just wasn’t right
maybe as we travel from life to life
we’ll find the love we shared,
remember when we cared
but for now we’ll have to do
without the side by side
gotta go our separate ways,
the price lover pays

cause it’s the last stop.

i’m a wednesday’s child
born on ruination day
to a preacher man who’s better than
he took to the grave
when he left his garden
he caught a cold in his blood
grief comes in many colors
and so does love

grandaddy shot his self
straight in the head
but the bullet didn’t get him
bigotry killed him dead
and i say is this my story
is this my problem with rage
am i making too much of it
or am i turning the page?

well it is what it is
and it ain’t what it ain’t

grandma lives alone now
in the middle of a cotton field
where deep in the darkness
every star in heaven’s revealed
she tells me light and lonely
tread a narrow line
that’s why even the sun
can’t hold its head up all the time

mama gave me a book
about a small feathered seed
whose destiny it was
to ride the spirit breeze
and the wind was to decide
where she rested and took root
am I the fallen seed
am I the spirit fruit?

well it is what it is
and it ain’t what it ain’t

I am listening to your truth.
Are you listening to mine?
You are blossoming from your roots
While I ripen from my vine
Still I wonder, yes I wonder
Who will still be standing
when the sun comes down?