bliss, idaho

She says her mother was a moon beam
And the earth is a ball
That keeps getting bounced from the
Left hand…
To the right hand…
Of god…

She says peace is an afternoon
Sitting on a blanket in Bliss
By the lake - favorite jeans
Tore up
Stained knees…
Shoes off…

(Chorus)
And the best that we can hope for…
After we’re all poured out, and there is no more...
Is bliss…

I am who I am when I am looking for myself…
Which is not Idaho, or you, or anything else…
Just bliss…

In Bliss, they talk about the moon…
Ain’t much else to say and
Besides there’s the crater…
And a little piece of heaven
Is more than the whole earth…
They say…

Idaho is just indians and buffalo…
Mormon’s and fools gold
Visions and weed and
Dry towns
And salt lake
Is only a few hours away…
(chorus)

and damn the sun for carving me beautiful
and a heart so deep I can never see up over the top
but my mother is a moon beam, she says…
but the graves, and the books, and the town all say she’s not…
(Chorus)END © August 16, 2005 ARRFBC