Revival

You were yelling and screaming,

You were wondering if I’d ever learn;

I was cutting the trees in a pile so they could burn.

There’s a meal in the kitchen,

There’s a bottle of booze in the barn,

And I drink from it slow on the days when life is hard.

Oh but the ghost in the wall -

It’s giving me a revival.

I take it all.

I’m a glowing heater,

Cutting through all the cold.

Not a lie lives inside of the roar of my propane soul.

What did it say on the stone?

Something about silence and rest?

Yeah, a reason to go it the reasoning I like best.