running with the devil, racing thru the
years, staring in the face of death, had
way too many fears
tried to move the mountain, only moved
the air, only finding rocks and there are
windows everywhere
thunder in the evening, fire in the sky,
witches all around me, and I'm
powerless and high
later in the morning, sky is coming
clear, all regrets are gone, and Jesus
cries another tear