I have a wife, and together we live, in a very small room Yesterday she lost, her car broke down, and now I ride a bicycle You say, I told you so, you were much too young to get married. But I say, You're way too old, and when did you stop living anyway? As I ride my bike, with my safety helmet on, and white tennis shoes, they stare at me but I see through new eyes, or maybe you just don't remember This place that I'm supposed to be, is not the chair in front of a desk in front of a mirror Can't you see that it's not here or there or anywhere But in speaking distance with God,and where can you go that's too far? Because I can worship him anywhere