William P. Chappel

New York City 1873 Horse and buggy Taking him down the street We watch the tinsmith work work working away Until he closes up and we see what he paints He knows how you all toy with his time Stealing him away from his one true pride Milwaukee Two thousand and twenty-three New technology Sending us to the sky You watch the young young young man fight for a job Until he hits the hay and plays a little song He knows how you all toy with his mind Stealing him away from his one true guide William and I we see eye to eye Seeing what's it's like in this lockstep life Taking one step, you see it all fine It's a river of dreams flowing up to the sky But the human in me is thinking I might be wrong These strawberries taste like the end of a song My art is flooding with overwhelming light Going up, coming down in beams of white I hope we find what we've been searching for A life well lived full of doubts and hopes I'm humbled by the grace of these signs Sitting here in this chapel, just me and my time Just me and my time