For John Christenson Paroles

It's flat as these past weeks have been ever since you've grown

I guess I'm not making tracks at all

But I've been sitting looking at the winter wishing spring would come



So I don't have to force myself to go outside and prove

To live is easy and to live happy is just as close to you

The children are young enough to know there's nothing else to lose

Except a heart that just needs love and air, and that will do

But it gets fogged up as age sets in and impatience breeds

Craved is the soul who doesn't know that time is self-conceived


As soon as April comes around

I'm begging something somewhere out there to help July come home

Soon kids are walking without clothes

Maybe it's the rising sun, or the horizon down the road

Come day they've missed out on the moon

Through crescent, gibbous, half, and full they only dread the new



Keeping the date logged in a notebook for all to read

It gives reason to look away; even keep our fingers busy

The children are young enough to know that all spaces need not be filled

Silence might surprise you, and forced smiles just make you ill

So some who felt it went and took it to the other extreme

Tearing away at what is sacred for the sake of being

A little more adventurous or dangerously naive

Religion gives you what you want but love gives you what you need



Religion gives you what you want but love gives you what you need