Sometimes I wonder
if you remember August's
day and the cricket hiss. 
We listened where 
balanced peace, 
or maybe sometimes.
There was no end to 
the drinks and to the
daylight, sad music —
we were living by the
river at the time.
Thought I needed that
cool, cool, cool water
because I couldn't cool 
down from wanting ... 
to losing, Jesus, 
I wanted you ...
And I remember, 
how the kudzu coiled
over everything — 
the old buildings 
where we found 
three paintings of
Jesus in a heap of
trash. People kept
saying, "It's alright, it's
alright, it's alright, 
have some more, be
secure, ululate —
whatever, just be
alright." I've got the
wrong kind of energy,
Jesus, things are 
better now we left. 
Thought I
needed that cool, cool,
cool logic, though I'm
still not true now from
wanting ... to losing, 
Jesus, I had you ...
Jesus! Let us eat
when we're hungry; 
let us drink and drink
when we are dry, and
let's try to keep ourselves
wandering beyond the 
quiet of our little lives.
And oh, if you find you 
really need someone
to always lift you up,
Jesus, I cannot ...