Did you know that I think of you
Even though we never speak anymore,
Have you considered that I still value you
Somewhere near this story’s end?

Where, my friend, have all the days gone,
I last saw them heading west;
To the corn fields of Kansas with a thumb held high,
And the Rocky Mountains for a few days' rest,
To the deep red canyons of the Mormon home
And the Coastal Redwoods climbing ever upward
Where the setting sun shone.

The dreams were different so long ago
When we were just trying to stay alive,
We never knew that we could fly to the stars
While we were waiting to be old enough
To booze in the bars
And to change our lives in painful ways;
We were like deer
With our noses to the ground,
Never thinking of consequences
As we made the rounds,
Never dreaming that the guilt could last so long.

Now absolution comes
From an upraised hand
While the priest says some traditional prayers,
But can he really understand
Sin like mine,
Carefully stacked layer upon layer?

So now like others, left to themselves,
I replay my life over and again,
Will the ledger, in the end, favor me,
Or will I be tossed into Perdition
For my sins?

You know me, Lord,
Truly Your child in the end,
Trying so long to make it right
With this broken heart to mend,
Hoping when it comes my day to be judged
That You will count me among your friends.