Fragments caught up in wind
Aroused prayers of long, shifted spans
Went unheard
Deaf ears?
I wait here.
Pieces caught up in cyclone
Past shell of self
All I ask is no whitewash.
Roll on
Just roll on 'n on.
Splinters caught up in windstorm
Cloudburst breakdown
Chains cut loose
With your past make a truce.

On top of road near Lakewood
Park
stands an old, tarnished
cross.
Takes fresh bent
to discern
if your sightless
I don't place blame
'cause you cannot see.
Fractured it can be made clear
Supreme omnipotence resides there.
I presume you've by no means surveyed
as you've went along
all that you affirm might be
askewed.

Chisel black night cold as tarnished steel.
dandelion fuzz committed to wind
mingles with dirt.
Summer thunder boom
broken clay becomes chocolate milk
drencher residue.
Homespun tapestry
quiet streets
rust dented road signs.
Music blaring in cars going up/down country roads like highways.
Lawn mowers rev up buzzing
gasoline smell
non-stop going 'round
front back.
Refills pile up
cold ones
each one better than before
gotta keep cool.
Ice Cream Truck eases 'round bend
same old song again n' again
years well spent when we were young
setting in distant sun.

Stares into cold --- black --- night
Stares into cold --- black --- night
Man with hollow eyes
Man with hollow eyes.

Stares into cold --- black --- night
Stares into cold --- black --- night
Lost his sight
Lost his sight.

Stares into cold --- black --- night
Stares into cold --- black --- night
Lines can't be drawn 'tween legitimate or false
Lines can't be drawn 'tween legitimate or false.

Stares into cold --- black --- night
Stares into cold --- black --- night
Cut off from facts
Cut off from facts.

Stares into cold --- black --- night
Stares into cold --- black --- night
Rejection of brokenness his handicap
Rejection of brokenness his handicap.

SUNDAY is a Preacher  Man
Walking hills n' plains
He walks towns n' cities too
Looking for to gain
Looking for to gain.

Filled up on the Holy Ghost
He gets what matters most
Saving souls that are lost
Willing to pay every cost.

SUNDAY is a Preacher Man
SUNDAY is a Preacher Man.

SUNDAY is a Preacher Man
Wears cloaks of night 'n day
Persist he does prevail he will
Don't think you can escape
Be careful of moves you make.

SUNDAY is a Preacher Man
SUNDAY is a Preacher Man.

Preacher Man done gone n'
Told me
Each man's got his vice.
If we could overcome'em it'd be
So nice.
Preacher Man warns not to think
Twice
Just to make wrong right.

SUNDAY is a Preacher Man
SUNDAY is a Preacher Man.

SUNDAY is a Preacher Man
Walking hills n' plains
He walks towns n' cities too
Looking for to gain
Looking for to gain.

Gray sky Connecticut day
Wet blacktop damp cement
Odor.
Every other day storm
Never stays away
Behind clouds somewhere.
No explanations
Unclear reasons
Each spring.
Slick roads
Puddle splash
People don't know how to drive in
This weather.
Once you've experienced it ----
You won't change it.
People wanna flock to the sunny coast
It's their choice
They'll come back
Connecticut's like a vortex.
Sinks you in it's trap
Just can't leave it
Behind.