Candyland and Roses
We're bound for nowhere other than under
I sit here longing for more than a thought at a time
This place is a barnyard circus, lovers and jokers amuck
My words will live forever and by forever I mean a month
I'm getting' ready for the oven
All I know is the rack is flat
And it's hot by the looks of the timer
Like the way ants know nothing more than the surface
Heaven best be around the land of gum drops
Don't let the mudman halt your path
Book an extended stay to collect and compose
Bible Writer Blues
It's been a while since I've sat down to write
But I might as well…
