Timing

Say a prayer for the evening sir, if time cannot allow The sooner that this monsoon passes, the sooner that you’ll be born Going over Day’s End two days before the tour The timing was generous now that I know a little more A lifetime of wandering, now Abel’s got his Cain Could you look the other way, no things won’t be the same Cold internal temperature, but heated all the same Reeling in the atmosphere with a busted up weathervane In my Little Cave I write, postmark July 17 The plane was going down at night, “California can’t you read” I know my heart, I know it well, but this I can’t believe The timing was generous, you’ll know it when he leaves Wake up and pack your bags, we’re heading for the Gulf Daylight is rare this side of the continental shelf You rode all the rides this time but was it good for your mental health? The timing was generous, now keep it to yourself