ive come into this habit
that late at night
i take my hands off the wheel
and raise them to the roof

teasing jesus to take the wheel
he hasn't yet of course
and I don't expect he ever will

i think he knows i like it

we burn so brightly
with our love for others
that we burn them in the process

hold my ladder while
i steal the stars for you babe
and we drink the moon

little arrow falls
nightly compass guides your route
be still and breathe dear

arent you glad honey
for this bit of sweet relief
so dance in the rain

when will the lies
i breathe so readily
seek to haunt me?

- questions of a "mad" woman