I was standing in a box confessing
everything I had on my mind
and the saddest part was a blessing
can’t you see, even tho you’re blind?
i was the last of the living
somewhere between the shore and the sea
I’d be lying if i didn’t have misgivings
all up to me
That head over the fence was a wise one.
Saw things in me I had not yet become.
Said keep your eyes on the horizon.
There you can stare right into the sun.
I heard church bells ringing,
angels singing, they’s all calling me home.
I had to cast my line a few more times into the stream.
When in Rome… all alone.