Pat Green Poetry
Some things I've done make my conscience burn
My very spine shudder and squirm
I only hope that I've learned from my sin
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized, washed up clean
But the world has a way
If you know what I mean
To scuff you up again and again
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains
Has the strength to sing?
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what appears to be
When the light's just right
I swear I see, yeah man it's poetry
But somebody made every thing
From the soul, inside out to saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain, the ocean makes sand
The earth breathes fire, and lava makes land
Now that took a mighty hand
And a wild imagination
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains
Has the strength to sing, yeah fly away
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see, yeah oh Lord poetry
The dreams I dreamed came back ten-fold
The friends I have to the woman I hold
I look down, I'm on streets of gold
After all the mud along the way
But sometimes the big old mystery
Just leans right in on me
Says that I'm home and I am free
And I'll take that any day, any day
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains
Has the strength to sing, like a bird
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see, yeah
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry, yeah man poetry
