A little peace and quiet,
let the leaves stay.
No need to always be blowing them away.
They’re leaves,
they’re like me,
they’ll come back.
I gotta write my own gospel.
I’ve never understood
anything I should have read in a book.
A little peace and quiet,
let the dust stay.
No need to always be throwing things away.
It’s dust,
it’s like me,
won’t settle.
I gotta write my own gospel.
this is your life chuck johnson 