Carousels

On a bus ride into town,

I wondered out loud

"Why am I going to town?"

As I looked around

at the billboards and the stores

I thought, "Why do I look around?"

So I kissed the filthy ground

and in the first dry spot I found

I didin't have to wonder

Why I was laying down

Before I walk I was too cold

took a bus back to the station

I found a letter left by a pay phone

with no return contact,

it read like a horn blown by some sad angel

"Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"

it was the shyest attempt

I'd ever seen at conversation

If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still wander lost in Sinai

counting the plates of cars from out-of-state,

how I could jump in their path they hurry along!

you surround me, you're pretty but you're all I can see,

like a thick fog - if there was no way into God,

I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long,

St. Cyril's fair always came through the first week of September

but it's already the 19th and there's no sign of it yet.

Yeah, I have a hard time

Remembering the things I shouldn't remember in a hard time

and forgetting the things that I sopposed forget.

Oh Christ when You're ready to come back I think I'm ready for You to come back

but if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are,

that's okay too - it's really none of my business.

If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still be wandering

lost in Sinai or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me:

There are places that aren't here.

I had a well but all the water left so I'll ask Your forgiveness

with every breath, if there was no way into God,

I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.