one day I was sitting at my lonesome working space
I saw my life unfolding and it was hard to re-erase
the brutality of passion and the west-bound saving grace
I saw my self before me and I was keeping pace

until the sky goes still I'll be searching for you
even though I know I have you, it is something I must do
a craving and a passion that has driven me to you
my fiery little housing spot that keeps the separates two

one day before the sacrament I'll try again in time
a teaching like the caliphate has run it through it's prime
it's time to go on living like a hoodlum has a dime
in a store around the corner I'll be paying ya back with rhyme

and when the fire burns and the teachings have run out
I'll look again into my face with brooding "come on out"
so maybe there I'll see you with that sweetest birdie sound
I will take what I can get baby you and me can light up this town

one day I was sitting at my working space anew
I saw my life unfolding and it was really hard to view
the brutality of passion and the west-bound avenue
I saw my self before me and the sun was setting, too

until the sky goes still I'll be searching for you
even though I know I have you, it is something I must do
a spirit and a knowing that has driven me to you
my fiery little heart erased all what separates us two