THE PHYSICAL EXPERIENCE
12th Nov, 2003
The stars twinkled up above.
Oh! What a sight it was.
And in me was a little dove.
Yes I could fight the cause.
The dove set goals to fly so high,
Yet it seemed so low.
That around the corner was the time,
It never seemed to know.
And when the moon took to the sky,
The dove considered making the trip.
But as we all know the moon’s to high.
The dove with me began to slip.
The dove’s now begun to cry aloud.
Cause the moon never sings, the stars never jive.
Perhaps the conditions behind the clouds,
Are ones in which a dove can’t thrive.
I look at the sun; I rest on a hill.
The heavens open, is this the test?
The sight my heart with joy it fills,
Tell me Lord where shall I go next?
The stars twinkled up above.
Oh! What a sight it was.
And in me was a little dove.
Yes I could fight the cause.
The dove set goals to fly so high,
Yet it seemed so low.
That around the corner was the time,
It never seemed to know.
And when the moon took to the sky,
The dove considered making the trip.
But as we all know the moon’s to high.
The dove with me began to slip.
The dove’s now begun to cry aloud.
Cause the moon never sings, the stars never jive.
Perhaps the conditions behind the clouds,
Are ones in which a dove can’t thrive.
I look at the sun; I rest on a hill.
The heavens open, is this the test?
The sight my heart with joy it fills,
Tell me Lord where shall I go next?
