At the shopping mall I'm surrounded by a parking lot. Walking down the aisle I was thinking about what I had lost. On a Sunday morning my hometown is feeling strange to me.
You're nothing in the eyes of the world. But you're riding up and down in the elevator still. Feeling just a little surprised. Like you discovered Englebert Humperdink or something.
We're all God's children. And God is a woman. But we still don't know. Who the father is. . I can't help thinking. There's a fortune riding. On the answer.