Fall Saddles

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