Rainbows

I went out driving over the mountains Twenty-five years if a day Ashes in cardboard under the dashboard I never could put on display Nothing belongs to us Nothing belongs to us anyway I came to a hollow of maple and aspen Ringed by a sun-dappled stream Jesus was waiting, drinking beer and sun-bathing The most beautiful thing I have seen He said "Son you have found me, for all of your wandering And come to your own resting place" And I cried like a baby that takes its first needle As he lifted his hands to my face I woke in the evening, cardboard beside me, Traces of ash on my sleeve And I called to my child through the broken white pines The yellow and wildfire leaves "Oh this is my promise to walk through this forest Gathering rainbows to place on your pillow Until the end of my days For the time that I don't own is not mine to not own There's no one to miss me no ways" Nothing belongs to us Nothing belongs to us Nothing belongs to us Nothing belongs to us anyway