My brother Jesse’s in the throne room and he’s down on his knees

In life he never cared for worship

But now he’s whipping all the angels

The sweet and the loud

He always did need a crowd

In fact I’d almost swear

It was an orchestral frenzy

I know, they will all be very tired

Hoarse and sickening

Tried and tread

Treated by me , ya know

Those that haven’t yet been

Tempered or tempted or even

Noticed by the course of events

That is set up to change everything

By just a shade of who or what or when

The unassuming possibility of who they

Could question to be, ya know that

I still get bamboozled by golden curls and a love of the sea

Though I know it’s gonna burn me

I just can’t get enough of that

Sweet china tea

Golden and clearly

Steeped in notions of

Divining wet tears, beautiful

Surely these are more prophetic than

The most potent potion of earthly leaves

And I do believe in miracles

So with every sip I say a prayer

God somehow please make me clean

I tried the clay and mud the sun

Plain alabaster Alabama breeze

Everything seems to be getting good

Action when you finally get the

Goggles off you realize it doesn’t

Even matter that you need them to see

Thank love for the next day

Remember to care

Those you’ve lost, the ones you have

The ones you promised to share

So long as you care equally you need not

Worry now, or come so far

That you’ve lost even the faintest

Hint of who and what you’ll be

After supper cuz your too busy coloring

Spangles in the air

With lightning in the atmosphere

Your banged up guitar

With pearls of pain C chords of rain

Just a fingerpicking G

For nothing but the love of it

Wisdom and just a notion of Far

Out and be