The Charging Sky

If I run uphill, I'm out of breath

If I spend all my money, I've got no money left

If I place all my chips on only one bet, I'm all in

And it's a surefire bet I'm going to die

So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights

And it's not that I believe in your all might

But I might as well

As insurance or bail

Because institution's like a big bright lie

And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight

And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky

It's just you and God

But what if God's not there?

But his name is on your dollar bill

Which just became cab fare

For the evangelist, the communist, the lefts and the rights

And the hypocrites and the jesuits and the blacks and the whites

In the belly of the beast

In the Atlanta streets

Or up in Laurel Canyon

The Middle East

Still they're dying on the dark continent

It's been happening long enough to mention it

Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again?

It's been twenty-five years

Of spreading infection

Somehow we're not affected

So my mom, she brushes her hair

And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard

And I share with my friends a couple of beers

In the Atlanta streets

In the belly of the beast