Well he came from alabamawith a bandage on his knee

felt so alone with the rednecks home so he left his home country

Limped on a plane to india where the sacred cattle grow

felt reborn but was torn between his knee-cap and his soul

 

Maybe another God will take away his pain

Maybe another God will help him live again

 

Now he's a citizen in the city Zen

Buddhist Monk God's in a trunk

with a thin line lifeline tea time waits for no one

 

Well he used to be a gambler now his only aim's Tibet

But isn't sure their God can cure just give him more regret

He's sick and tired of waiting for an answer from above

then he heard The Dalai Lama say stop seeking and just love

 

© 2005 John Andriani