I put all that behind me, I washed
all my sins away. I ripped every tie
that would bind me from my neck
and rolled that mighty stone away.
There ain’t a water I ain’t walked on.
There ain’t a hill I ain’t contemplated
throwing myself offa. No cup a coffee
I ain’t poured for the son of Man
on that holy trail thru the endless smoking desert.
I wash up on the carpet of the
sun-soaking hills alongside the beetles
and the orange ‘pede skittering
on the surface of the ocean of sand.