Still my soul

Baby, should we idle for awhile
And ponder on what could be or could have been
Cause you know there is a difference
Between the sinner and the sin

There's a warmth in every breath but a chill in the noise
We could choose to drift along or choose to make a choice
Every moment full so rich, but still-- still life is not fulfilled
I want to be still
Still as the highway
Still as the open road
Still as the wide blue sky
Still as anybody watching all the nice cars go by
Still as an old man waiting to get off parole
Lord, still my breath
Lord, still my soul

Baby, should we idle for awhile
And ponder on something goddamn inspiring
Tiresome wanders round beaten bushes
Make me want to fly off to Aruba and go snorkeling

Let's fly off to Aruba and go snorkeling, honey, or join a gypsy circus
Let's get outta this town that brings us down and overworks us.
we will have to bring my cat, it's just a thought
But baby, really, I'm sorry I was what you were not
I want to be still
Still as the highway
Still as the open road
Still as the wide blue sky
Still as anybody watching all the nice cars go by
Still as an old man waiting to get off parole
Lord, still my breath
Lord, still my soul

Lord, still my breath
Lord, still my soul

~Written winter 2007, but I just found the paper stashed in a random notebook the other day.