Johnston St.

The world goes on and on and us
Inside of it
I see it every time I close my eyes
The stars explode and die
In spite of us
While armies march, while women kneel and pray

Beneath a speckled, dripping moon
I came undone
I swallowed dirt and spat it out as gold
If the sun devour the earth will space
Recall at all
That songs and lives once drifted through the void

I kissed my girl and felt her lips
Were warm and red
And I cried for monks and prayed for their release
I found god on Johnston street
And I left him there
Begging for change and the sound of the rain in his ears

Can I take you to the edge of this storm?
Where the meadows are drinking the mist,
Where the trees have forgotten their names,
Where there’s nothing in the world but this:
That life should go on and go on,
Like a flower that blooms on the sea,
Like a leper who dances and sings,
Like this river in me
That is free

And they say ‘go on’
And it goes on
And it goes on
It goes on