down in the river

as i went down in the river to pray
studyin about that good ole way
and who sahall wear the starry crown, good lord
show me the way
oh sinners lets go down
come on down
dontcha wanna go down
oh sinners lets go down
down in the river to pray

that voice clear as midnight comes stabbing through the thick summer air. and even in misery there is humor. just to crack open a cold one (a water in this case) with the good ole boys is an experience. to find that you're smitten with an unobtainable love object, my god what a night it's all been. it's an angelic temble like losing your virginity. and a sweet sweet bluegrass harmony. and if you pay close close attention you might see that i have alot to offer. because i'm easily infatuating, as i have been told. and one of these days someone's going to realize, there's no stopping me, i'm the death of them, and they like it all so much. what a power has flooded me in knowing that the classy girls can get some too. and i am beautiful right where i stand, washing away the sins of the day and praying for more to come in the evening. tonight tonight. and i want to see the sunrise, i want to taste the ocean, and in a fatal misguided roadtrip to a vast unknown of late nights and scarlet forgotten memories, i will be singing songs of the sea to the swelling moon at the top of my lungs is god given silence. tonights a night.... i'm out for blood.