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