i have been walking with wilson
out by the ocean
cross the water
seen both sides
got baptized by a ghost
who gave me a song
that was my own
drug that song thru the graveyard
wrapped it in star dust
gave it to me in a shiny package
i have bled will bleed for that song
its mine can’t nobody else sing it
it ain’t for sale wouldn’t go with the
buyer if i tried its mine god wrote
the beginning and the end i am
tinkering with the middle i can do
that its my duty to my life
so i’m singing it on the yellow line
of the freeway living it everyday
loudly like the bass player who
greets the sun waking it pulling
it from the dark of night at the edge of dawn
walking with wilson thru cotton fields
to a sound track with foot lights
in a new millenium still dodging joe turner
reviving chain gang hollars
being instructed by a dead man
has brought color to the dream that
used to be a black and white compulsion
with hard edges that pushed me forward
even when there were rocks
wilson has shown me the places
where the rocks themselves are portals
walking with wilson unfurling tomorrow
from yesterday by overstanding now
like the way the ocean returns
wilson is my return
my tide that leads home
true north a lions roar
the lens that sees from
within centered in self
radiating out
i am walking with wilson
& wilson is walking with me
