On a bus ride into town
I wondered why am I going to town
I looked around at the billboards
And the stories I thought
Why do I look around
So I got out and I bowed
And kissed the filthy ground
The first dry spot I found
I laid down without having to wonder
Why I was laying down
Before long I was too cold
And so took a bus back to the station
I found a letter left by a pay phone
With no return contact information
It was addressed：
To total strangers
It read like a horn blown by some sad angel
Bunny it was me who let you down
It was the shyest attempt
I'd ever seen at conversation
If I didn't have You as my guide
I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Counting the plates
Of cars from out of state
How I could jump in their path
They hurry along
Until You surround me
You're pretty but you're all I can see
Like a thick fog
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this
Grave of a body for so long
St Cyril's fair always came
Through the first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's no sign of it yet
I have a hard time remembering
The things I should remember
And a hard time forgetting
The things I should forget
Oh Christ when You're ready to come back
I think I'm ready for You to come back
But if You want to stay
Wherever exactly it is you are
That's ok too
It's really none of my business
If I didn't have You as my guide
I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks
Watching trains go by to remind me
There are places that aren't here
I had a well
But all the water left
So I'll ask Your forgiveness
With every breath
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this
Body of a grave so long dear