Restoration

Got to restore

Got to restore

Got to restore

Got to restore

Sometimes it's late at night

I'm thinkin but I'm not quite

There. Everywhere that I turn

It's a county fair

This booth, that booth, I'm everything that's uncouth

And I can't keep nothing straight except my front tooth

Late night NPR

Programming'll go far

Listenin to Kerouac

In a French Quarter bar

I was not a beatnik

I didn't do the speed

But I could get high on the pages I'd read

Oh, got to restore

Oh, got to restore

Oh, got to restore

Oh, got to restore

I get fascinated by the strangest things

And my wife has to deal with my wide mood swings

Some nights are mellow

Some nights are okay

But I don't want things to just stay this way

I left the bacon fryin in a pan last night

I heard a baby cryin in the man inside

Untended, unmended, my needs are open-ended

But I believe you can heal the way I feel

The river I'm thinking of

Doesn't have a stink above

The water from the waste that's been dumped therein

This river is crystal, not method, not madness

The river is rolling, and the river is life

Now I ain't being funny

And I ain't being queer

I'm gonna say it simple

And I'm gonna say it clear

The bridegroom is coming

The bridegroom is coming

Are you ready to be a member of his wife?

Now, let me take you to a place

Farther than outer space

Everything is different

And you love it that way

Every tear is dried up

Every demon tied up

Nothing of the aching is around out here

All the things you hated

Have all been decimated

Even those things inside of you

No more being worried

And no more being bored

Everything ever lost has been restored

Restoration

Restoration

Restoration

Restoration