Going Home
I'm on my way ... I'm on my way home. I've spent so many years getting here. I'm writing this on the fly ... no editing ... no nothing. I drink too much I don't understand why. I'm always half stoned. I'm always looking at what God has wrought. Even in my cups, I see the beauty ... I see the wonder ... I see myself in my Father. I see our Father in you ... I see our Father in the plants and in the trees . . . I see our Father everywhere . . . and goddamn it . . . and GODDAMN ME! ... I even see our Father in Dick Chaney.