i listened to your taped epistle to rachel stamped and dated now i know you were really alive in 1971 fall saddles you carried god like a bouquet of balloons yoshua whispered in your ear your next move go on get on the train in your clay faced youth the rubber upper lip sounds out a bold pen sketch were you talking about your dad when you said your fisted language still affects my style although i sometimes get your visions like a child do you still pray about me in your quiet time cast out soft core demons when i come back home let some nashville fakes record your demo tapes when i m waiting at a train station or a bus stop i also play led by the lord day in my own way i listened to your taped epistle to rachel stamped and dated now i know you were really alive in 1971