Verse 1

It was Kent who made the picture
I was thin and thinly disguised
Washed in the blood of Jesus
Saved but hardly wise

Verse 2

Saved from my transgressions
Saved to the unknown
Lost inside a riddle
On what path had my seed
Of redemption been sown

Chorus 1

Forty years into the future we flew
A flight of finessing the language the truth
Picking fights among the feathered
Always gentle with a smile
It's a gig you do not
Choose no manual no guide to style

Chorus 2

So back off my ass a bit
Dear neighbor is
What I'd like to say
Have you thought about living in this century
Have you ever even heard me play
Let's start with C
Then F sharp D minor B diminished
I say why do you stop listening
Long before I finish

Verse 3

It was Steve who snapped
The frame a child in rebel's guise
Iconic artful black
And white sign
And symbol of the time

Verse 4

Lost inside my confidence
Lost outside the city wall
I was saved by a saxophone
You never know what God will use

Pre Chorus 2

To place a call to save us all

Chorus 1

Forty years into the future we flew
A flight of finessing the language the truth
Picking fights among the feathered
Always gentle with a smile
It's a gig you do not
Choose no manual no guide to style

Chorus 2

So back off my ass a bit
Dear neighbor is
What I'd like to say
Have you thought about living in this century
Have you ever even heard me play
Let's start with C
Then F sharp D minor B diminished
I say why do you stop listening
Long before I finish

Bridge

Sitting fireside in the woods
Outside Nashville Tennessee
One friend she was nursing a reconstructed knee

Bridge 2

Another a poet a listener for hire
He pondered our stories
And offered us relief he said

Bridge 3

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy he said
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy

Bridge 3

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy he said
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy he said