I count my luck on just one finger
Don’t have a bullet or a trigger
Was at the changing of the seasons
That I went out for a walk
Poured the sacramental wine at dawn
Took a sip before I left this town
Something sweet to feel my way around
Nothing bitter on this tongue
Walked for days but going nowhere
Was in pain but couldn’t find care
Lost my way along the road there
Seeking shelter for my bones
Would you strike me down in pieces?
Bolt of lightning or diseases?
Ball of fire turned to ashes?
Or just a pillar of salt?
My son Abraham he whispered
Take my favorite little sister
Go away from this disaster
Keep us safe from ourselves
So I took her up the mountain
Prayed for days while we were wandering
Cast away and gone down under
In the caves of Bethlehem
In the crash of light and thunder
Thought I heard the whole world wonder
Are these the days of torn asunder
As we try to take it in
But I promised to my daughters
And my sons and all my lovers
That I’d do my best to cover
This escaping from our sins
Would you slam me to my bent knees?
Or plunged into a deep freeze?
The promises of rapture?
Or what?
Would you strike me down in pieces?
Bolt of lightning or diseases?
Ball of fire turned to ashes?
Or just a pillar of salt?