Sometimes
heaven falls
and we don't
hear the call
divine grace
in high heels
and lace stockings
looking for a trace
of love
looking for guidance
and blessings
from up above
below
the Rockies
your face is painted
high in the sky
your complexion
clear and fine
and to tell the truth
your creamy thighs
send me on a
roller-coaster ride
a soft summer evening
starts me believing
that we can make it
through this longest night
that feels like a day
awakening...but to what?
sometimes heaven falls
and if we're meant to be
we might just be able
to catch it...

the apache kid