written by Don Chaffer on 3/18/99 (from about midnight to 8:00 am) got to restore got to restore got to restore got to restore Sometimes it's late at night I'm thinkin but I'm not quite there. Everywhere that I turn It's a county fair This booth, that booth, I'm everything that's uncouth and I can't keep nothing straight except my front tooth Late night NPR programming'll go far listenin to Kerouac in a French Quarter bar I was not a beatnik I didn't do the speed but I could get high on the pages I'd read CHORUS Oh, got to restore Oh, got to restore Oh, got to restore Oh, got to restore I get fascinated by the strangest things and my wife has to deal with my wide mood swings Some nights are mellow Some nights are okay But I don't want things to just stay this way I left the bacon fryin in a pan last night I heard a baby cryin in the man inside Untended, unmended, my needs are open-ended But I believe you can heal the way I feel The river I'm thinking of doesn't have a stink above the water from the waste that's been dumped therein This river is crystal, not method, not madness The river is rolling, and the river is life Now I ain't being funny and I ain't being queer I'm gonna say it simple and I'm gonna say it clear The bridegroom is coming The bridegroom is coming Are you ready to be a member of his wife? Now, let me take you to a place farther than outer space Everything is different and you love it that way Every tear is dried up every demon tied up Nothing of the aching is around out here All the things you hated have all been decimated Even those things inside of you no more being worried and no more being bored Everything ever lost has been restored restoration restoration restoration restoration