dear, kiss me once more
that i may wear your love
and be free from this ache
that isn't stopping
jesus walked on the water
turned the water into wine
we drink the wine and touch
our glasses, everything is fine
a number not in service
under cover of the night
spirits fly from the gorge
to santee leaving it all behind
lines of poetry sing a mystery
but its few and far between
a caring touch instead of
a harsh word overheard
there's a place named for my dad
and the home we never had
the only chance now is to work
and keep from passing it on
