On a bus ride into town
I wondered, "Why am I going to town?"
As I looked around
At the billboards and the stores
I thought, "Why do I look around?"

I got up and bowed
And I kissed the filthy ground
And in the first dry spot I found
I laid back down
Without having to wonder
Why I was laying down

before long i was too cold,
and so i took a bus back to the station,
i found a letter left by a pay phone with no return contact.
and it read like a horn blown by some sad angel.
"bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"
it was the shyest attempt i'd ever seen at conversation.

if i didnt 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 as they hurry along!)
until you surround me,
you're pretty but youre all i can see, like a thick fog - if there was no way into god,
i would never have laid in this grave,
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 all the things i should forget.
Oh Christ, when you're ready to come back,
i think im ready for you to come back,
but if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are, that's okay too -
its really none of my business.

and 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 for your forgiveness with every breath,
if there was no way into god,
i would never have laid in this grave of a body...so long, dear