Stuck in a structured society religion groove

Jaimey Perham © 01/22/2010

Old man son of a preacher from the sunny down south

Now in in northern city out of time, out of touch

Labeled as a mental case by those in control

Searching for answers to the truths untold by tongue

Likes the bottle to ease his pain

Wife left poor man took kids somewhere out west

Now confused and broken nowhere left to go

But, deep inside is a big heart waiting to be sparked

A real nice man much more fit than most might know

Someday they will release the sane from the mental asylum

And lock up the Wall Street insane to a place where they really belong

Miracles come to us all where and when we least expect it

Like a walk-in man I once knew in a car who survived untouched by a head on locomotive train crash

That lonely man wandering alone in some northeast restless city

Just needs some good loving care by someone just like any one of us

So next time you see a stranger sitting alone down at your local coffee shop

Buy him or her warm cup of some good loving care

And take a break from your own self-indulgent life

And listen to their story about living and being

Because you just might be surprised by what they have to say to you

And you might just realize they too are just like you and me

And deep down somewhere inside the human spirit & soul we are all really just quite the same