This is my hymn for the season, that time on this earth that I had with you...

Did you spend more time lovin’, or scratchin’ the itch?...

Could you use another broken alleluia, from a sinner with his back up against the wall?...

Outrageous grace, violent mercy...

Fed my babies, saved my soul, on the back of the Skipjack Chesapeake Rose...

There are no spoils here to load upon the horses, no heroes welcome waiting when you ride back into town...

We drank our fill from every good, we were strings stretched over wood...