The mission bells rang out and
the faithless were hung out
to dry,
today is a good day to die
or as good as it gets.

Menaces and threats never satisfied and
they died where they stood.

But it was Joseph of Arimathea who
came to be here
when the faithful had gone
and it was his words that shone
some heard him wrong,
but not me.

On the hilltop where olives gleam
against the towers where I
have seen
ghosts of the past
I saw it at last and
misunderstood,
that's as
good as it gets.

The look that says it all
says nothing at all,
but the eyes say everything
you'd ever need to know.