I woke up on Monday
like a Dog tangled up in barbed wire
And the Voices inside me
Singing like a discordant choir

My Hands gripped the wheel
I drove North with nowhere to run
And a grinding inside me
like bone against steel
And a heart with the weight of a gun

By the whine of the engine
and the rhythm of the highway beneath
I turned Left out of Denver
and Shifted an inch in my seat

The Mountains were heavenly
But did Nothing for the pain in my chest
With the Afternoon fading,
and the Road unpersuading
I Flew down I-70 West

On my Darkened commission,
I Drove till the gas tank was done
turned Off the ignition
And Threw the keys into the sun

I Kicked off my shoes as
The Sand turned from grey into gold
In the Starlight I wandered the
Desert, like a prophet of old

I Stumbled and crumbled and fell
Down in an arroyo to weep
But my eyes wouldn’t water,
so my crying turned softly to sleep

A Vision ran through me
A Dream of my children and wife
And a Beautiful, new world
With the Darkness transformed into light

then a Form blotted out the whole
World, like a total eclipse
as a Rancher knelt down, and brought a
Bottle to my sun-broken lips

As I lay there helpless,
He smiled as he took out his phone, saying
Softly and tenderly
ye who are weary come home

Many years have gone by since
the days of my journey through fire
and I know that the one who
deceived me, is surely a liar

and life like a dancer, is lifted
through rises and falls
And I have my answer, And it’s
everything, or it’s nothing at all