'Piphany Rambler

I'm 'piphany rambler

I ramble all day

'Piphany rambler

Don't take these blues away

Up is lovely

Down is too

It's, it's own peculiar labor

When you're not able to

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Don't sleep

Don't sleep

Don't sleep

And then sleep

Tore a cloud and three birds fell

Three birds fell and then it rained

We crawled upside that mountain

Down its ass and back again

This tiny garden that we tend

Where flowers bloom like accidents

Let's lay awhile and slowly wend

Through days as long as nights we spent hanging on

Great furrows in the pavement

Where our hooves strove to leap

Square men in the courtyard

Engines idling

We've seen those impossible mountains

We've seen that upward rain

Entire bibles full of broken things

Dark and wide as empty graves

Thunder said to the lightning

Let your good foot swing

Go down to the valley

And shine your light on everything

Lightning said to thunder

Go on swinging like the pounding rain

Swing your blues like a hammer

Ride your boy like a shuddering train

Go on, swing the ocean full

Go on swing the bending trees

Swing it with a heart that bursts

And shine your light on everything

Let your good-foot swing and shake

And shake and shake and shake

I'm 'piphany rambler

I ramble all day

Epiphany rambler

Don't take these blues away

Up is lovely

Down is too

It's its own peculiar labor

When you're not able to

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Lay in the fire a while

Don't sleep

Don't sleep

Don't sleep

And the sleep

I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that

There ain't nothing, dear

But there is too much, dear

But there is too much, dear

Yeah there is too much, dear

I'm 'piphany rambler

I ramble all day

'Piphany rambler