Good Lord

I’ve got a joint tonight,

In my hand to light,

And I’ve got no place to go.

So I hop in my car,

And drive on down,

That long, dark, windy road.

Riding with no music,

I find rhythm,

In the swinging of my keys.

Without a light in sight,

I search for meaning,

In the darkness and the trees.

So I said, “Dear God,

Won’t you show me a sign

So I can swallow my disbelief?”

Well he went down to the river,

And he caught me a fish,

Just to throw it out to the sea.

So he may be a good lord,

But I ain’t never seen that face in front of me.

Yes, he may be a good lord,

But I ain’t never seen his face in front of me.

We hit the road one night,

For the eastern side,

Of the kingly Mount Rainier.

Found a dank, dark forest,

Where the moon dances,

With the graceful, passing deer.

We ate those crusty shrooms,

And built a roaring fire,

Out of mossy sticks and leaves.

Searched for earthen wisdom,

In the depths,

At an icy mountain stream.

So I said, “Dear God,

Won’t you show me a sign

So I can swallow my disbelief?”

Well he went down to the river,

And he caught me a fish,

Just to throw it out to the sea.

So he may be a good lord,

But I ain’t never seen that face in front of me.

Yes he may be a good lord,

But I ain’t never seen his face in front of me.

Then it hit me one day,

Like a flash of lightning,

I had it all wrong you see.

In hunger I was blind,

I didn’t see all of the signs,

The fish all along was me.

My life was struggle and strife,

For I was going the wrong way,

My home is in the sea.

All I need do is stop,

And struggle no more,

And let the current carry me.

So I said, “Dear God,

Now you showed me a sign

So I could swallow my disbelief.”

Well you went down to the river,

And you caught me a fish,

Just to throw it out to the sea.

So he is a good lord,

And I’ve finally seen his face in front of me.

Yes he is a good lord,

And I’ve finally seen his face in front of me.