If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

Your face Transcends Garnish

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve seen just a glimpse of God You’ve been Her all along

I write You read I talk You listen I huff

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song