I'm not a missionary guy
I just like the view from up above
Don't worry when I close my eyes
It's mostly you I'm thinking of
On a Tuesday, you smiled
It's wild how one look
Can shake up your world
the shiver, embracing
the racing heart that needs us
Hoping it will lead us
Closer to the things we love
What could I be thinking of?
Your heart so black and blue
Just tell me when you've had enough
and this time maybe I'll hear you
On the table getting dusty
Is just another half-developed photograph
No lines or definition
Just wishing for your head on my pillow
Familiar, but still no
closer to the things we love
I'm sold now, a believer
Either way we're all just travelers
No start, no ending
Just bending with the winds that blow
Only we can truly know
If we're closer to the things we love
Closer to the things we love
are we any closer?
jay bellerose…drums
paul bryan…ba**, chamberlain, ac. guitar
duke levine…guitorgan, mandola, el. guitar
kenny white…piano, wurlitzer
merrie amsterburg…backing vocals