I just sit there And let the thoughts flood And I remind myself, "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love" It's not though Cause there's a kink in the armor A pot hole I'm sinking in While I think of the drama So I stand up Start to pace in my living room Set my eye to the highway knowing that I'll play chicken soon There's a vanity plate with my name on it There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat under it A musket rifle spitting at my feet They want me to dance in the middle of the street And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul Losing control Guilty feet do have rhythm They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain Instead of killing, I'll spare the raccoon And start filling sandbags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood Blessed are those who are dammed When the levee broke How many choked on the steps to a slow dance? A staircase to a hug with no hands Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command We let the thoughts flood We remind ourselves "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love" It's not though Cause there's a kink in the armor A pot hole I'm sinking in Sharing a drink with my father It's a family affair The vanity we share The waterline is rising All we do is stand there