Troubles & Temples

a jute rug spun
a thousand miles away
holdin’ tight to the ground
I got somethin’ to say
about troubles and temples
and stayin’ up late
this place
this golden gate
a land of grace
oh Sangre de Christo
holds me heavy tonight
the mind needs [somethin’/one thing]
in the shape of a hook
bound in [a] leather Love[r]’s book
inspired rewired
for the force field shield of pain
something brought me here
[something/the same thing] brought you here
so much left unsaid
but the heart begins to understand
that the Leader of the band
doesn’t walk onstage
with an orange-man tan…