Boy Rex Sunday Spiritual
I've told lies, I've cut ties, and I
I've fled my life without a last goodbye
I've told lies, I've cut ties, and I
I've fled my life without a last goodbye
But I'm alive, here where the shoreline meets the cliff side
In the splendor of stalled time
Where the air is sweet like it's always been
I'm taking steps towards permeance
Towards the "now" and away from "then"
In hopes I'll "find myself" again
In the shadow of a cliff I'm different
Farther down the beach than
We ever walked together, I stand
In the shadow of a pact, we said we'd meet in Port Townsend "no matter what might happen"
But all I see behind me is history dividing
A single set of footprints splitting off from two and trying
But all I see behind me is history dividing
A single set of footprints splitting from two and trying
To find their way back from hiding
Into the strange plunge of the exciting
Later I am breathless as I turn my back to the moon
Flashing smiles and meeting eyes with someone new
Later I am breathless as I turn my back to the moon
Flashing smiles and meeting eyes with someone new
To find my way back from hiding
Into the strange plunge of the exciting
