O where did you come from?
Felt like I knew you for long
There are people that you have to meet
There are faces that you have to seek
And persons that want to hear your songs
I was stationed on Earth, two thousand years. Just watching. Silent,
invisible. Out on the road, sick for home, waiting on orders from an
unknowable Father I can't begin to understand.
“You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of this shallow grave
with your Swiss Army knife
And only you could revive me, so badly decomposed”