Being Saved
Mornings and coins are dropping from the sky
or is that sun trying to save me for a rainy day
I've been saved many times and it gets to me
on Sunday that I should be somewhere
the days weave a tapestry and the nights
pour like coffee from that clear container
at first I thought the beginning of a year
would once again save me from the past
but I carried it over like sick days
when the memory is thick as honey
at first I thought I'd be spoken for
by Jesus but the riot in my head
said keep your distance
I've been saved by the gleam
in Phil's eye when everything is
coming up sky.
Mornings and coins are dropping from the sky
or is that sun trying to save me for a rainy day
I've been saved many times and it gets to me
on Sunday that I should be somewhere
the days weave a tapestry and the nights
pour like coffee from that clear container
at first I thought the beginning of a year
would once again save me from the past
but I carried it over like sick days
when the memory is thick as honey
at first I thought I'd be spoken for
by Jesus but the riot in my head
said keep your distance
I've been saved by the gleam
in Phil's eye when everything is
coming up sky.
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