WHY? - Fall Saddles lyrics

I listened to your taped epistle to Rachel
Stamped and dated
Now I know you were really alive in 1971
Fall saddles

You carried God like a bouquet of balloons
Yoshua whispered in your ear your next move
"go on, get on the train"

In your clay-faced youth
The rubber upper-lip
Sounds out a bold pen sketch
Were you talking about your dad when you said
"your fisted language still affects my style
Although I sometimes get your
Visions like a child"

Do you still pray about me in your quiet time
Cast out soft-core demons when
I come back home
Let some Nashville fakes record
Your demo tapes when I'm waiting at a train
Station or a bus stop
I also play led by the lord day in my own way

I listened to your taped epistle to Rachel
Stamped and dated
Now I know you were really alive in 1971