The sun burned through the clouds that day,

And I said, "Hey! Save me a spot in the shade!"

I went and sat with my hobo brethren,

And we sang songs about the reverend

And about the lord.

We sang about a place where the sun never sets,

And we reckoned there may not be a "west" in the afterlife.

But we like it when the sunsets here.

A little bit of cheer sets in.

The wind dies down and the heat tapers off just enough

That you can hear the softest Banjo ring,

And you can hear the song of someone who doesn't normally ever sing,

And the sound of that might just fill your heart with amazing graciousness,

And it might just save a wretch like me.

-jenn