Prelude To Abrasion

Of all the things I could mean The little dreams we come to be Beneath the porch lights dim My mind begins to wander slightly grim And if you can’t help me seem A little less worried now I touched your lips this morning And walked out on life Broken beneath a crush I sat out all night And if you can help me sing A little less worried now Up and against the dawn If you could help me settle in A single gasp to bring me to my feet No reasoning beyond this measurement And if you can’t help me seem A little less worried now Dianna, sweetheart They let me know of your fatherless damn Your savior, your breaded Jesus That’s not who I am And if you can help me sing A little less worried now "Articles from a revolver"