2007-04-24: A short demo of possible vocal additions to David's remastered instrumental sound bed.

working lyrics

The Dark Road

When I was a boy,
I read a book by John Cross:
Let's Take the Hard Road.
Well I didn't understand
all the words he wrote
but the pictures drew me in.
No, I didn't take the path
of a fighter or a saint.
I was too numb to row,
too glum to sow,
too dumb to know
how to love my God without any fraud.
Every day I would run roughshod.
And the years slipped by
and the well ran dry.
Now there's a heavy haze
and my eyes are glazed.
Look down on me, can't you see I'm prayin'?
C'mon and lift me up to a higher plane.

Now I'm floatin' on air.
My feet have left the earth.
I'm lifted up,
sanctified in his blood.
He takes me, though I am broken.
He helps me find my way
through the dark night.
Gives my soul protection.
Quenches my thirst at
this pool of reflection.

It's a strange sensation –
passing close to heaven's gate.
Can I be sure that this is ecstasy?
Or is it a constriction in my artery?

Heaven! In my soul and spine.
Heaven! Where I want to dine.
Here is my esse, my being, my fizz:
To be in the body of that which is.

Dancing with unconditional love,
feelings I never felt so wholly,
floating on clouds inside of me,
so tenderly, so tenderly, so tenderly.

I now accept you without fear.
My death to self has brought you here.
The dark road ends in sprays of light.
New eyes, new sight, pure delight.