Written by Don Chaffer on 3/18/99 (from about midnight to 8: 00 am)
Sometimes it's late at night
I'm thinkin but I'm not quite
There. Everywhere that I turn
This booth, that booth, I'm everything that's uncouth
And I can't keep nothing straight except my front tooth
But I could get high on the pages I'd read
I get fascinated by the strangest things
And my wife has to deal with my wide mood swings
But I don't want things to just stay this way
I left the bacon fryin in a pan last night
I heard a baby cryin in the man inside
Untended, unmended, my needs are open-ended
But I believe you can heal the way I feel
The river I'm thinking of
Doesn't have a stink above
The water from the waste that's been dumped therein
This river is crystal, not method, not madness
The river is rolling, and the river is life
And I'm gonna say it clear
Are you ready to be a member of his wife?
Now, let me take you to a place
Nothing of the aching is around out here
Even those things inside of you
Everything ever lost has been restored