Waitress    October, 1996

You think she is there
In some small town diner
Waiting to be rescued
From paradise
But they don't know it
Because life is anywhere but where they are
Illustrated on TV and the movie screens

And you think you can't be found
On those back country roads
Like the cabin in the woods
but everybody knows
it's all observed
by someone somewhere
               Satellites
                      Sightseers
                              Sheriffs
So you sip your coffee
Smell the aroma
Breath in the age and years of habitation
Those gone before now resting in the soil
Is it not the land that gave us birth
Shaped by God himself
And this primordial urge to own
Occupy and settle the land
We come by it honestly

For me it's everywhere anywhere
In particular it's the plains
With it's wide open spaces
Expanding my conscience
thoughts free and flowing
Like the wind
Grass like a carpet
To lie down and find rest
Space to run and roam
Wrestle with the struggles inside
Finding answers beneath
                     the soil
I am a man, born in the wrong time