Waltzing Until Then: Against This Silence

Against This Silence

Am I not any better than this?
I don’t know why I do these things
Maybe ‘I’m sorry’ will absolve the list
But I don’t know why I do these things

I don’t know…
I don’t know…
I don’t know…

Am I willing to lose everything?
Can’t hold on to gifts life brings
Don’t deserve the sunlight of spring
I don’t know why I do these things

Maybe I don’t want to be forgiven again
Maybe I want to know…
That I was always forgiven

Postulated like a preacher’s son
Took my bow as the image of grace
But against the silence, their great gentleman…
Oh, I don’t know why I do these things

I don’t know…
I don’t know…
I don’t know…

Clarice Gail was a beautiful girl
She had the heart of the preacher’s son
She lay with him on a violet hill
He lay with her, dreaming of Eden

Saw them there as I crawled through the mud
With chains and with brambles in my head…

When they drag me to the killin’ stage
May they shout, may they curse my name
I can bare any offering
Except the thought of no reckonin’

Tell ya I don’t want to be forgiven again
Against this silence…
Let me hear some answerin’!

Let me know…
Let me know…
Please, let me know…


July 9, 2009 and revised July 20, 2009