Wire Shy
March 24, 2008 by Curt
Though trackless deserts fail beneath our feet
And all around our junkie friends are dying,
The holy ghost is falling on the people.
Despite our souls that blaze more brightly the deeper
We descend, despite the truths we find,
The trackless deserts fail beneath our feet.
But even in this wilderness of steeples,
Where every wild horse is wire shy,
The holy ghost is falling on the people.
Fear nothing. No matter who you meet
At midnight at the crossing-place of lies,
Where the trackless desert fails beneath your feet,
Fear nothing. Even in this world of sleep,
Even in this kingdom of the sty,
The holy ghost is falling on the people.
Walk whichever path you choose in peace
And remember when it’s time for you to take your ease
That though the trackless deserts fail beneath our feet
The holy ghost is falling on the people.
