People in a park sit and talk about religion.
Chuck words, thoughts, pages my way.
I’ve seen and read it all before,
ring thrown in a fire.
He tops that mountain.
Beats internal beasts.
Plant sings about monsters and that story.
I’m gonna be like him. Find my own way to glory.
White wizards sang, “can’t pass.”
I sit in a park and think about my mission.
Chuck words, and stages, and play.
Seen and heard it all before,
about to catch fire.
Top this mountain.
Beat internal beasts.
Plant seeds with no monsters and new stories.
Gonna be like him, soar my own way to glory.
White wizard whispers, “Come on through.”
Somebody else will sing.
Somebody else can sing.
Some days,
I can’t sing.
Mistakes guiding.
Sit on a table at a park.
Speak words for me.
Clearly. Honestly. Anything. Let me.
People talk about religion.
People talk about religion.
Looking my way.
People talk about religion.
Clearly. Honestly. Anything. Stories.
People in a park sit and talk about religion.
People in a park sit and think
about what’s been missing.
this is your life chuck johnson 