Where Grace Always Shows

where grace showsI’ve got the mountains here around me
Like sentries about the sand
Guarding everything I can see
Across these lush desert lands

Not ever letting me forget you
Like stones stacked in the river bed
No matter what this all comes down to
The rocks live long after I’m dead

But it’s one thing to stand in the mountains
And look at the valley below
Another to live down there
Wandering tangled roads

But from where I’m standing now
I suspect what the mountain knows
About living down below the clouds
Where grace always shows

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What Would Don Quixote Do?

They’re saying
I’m just some kind of fool
Enumerating
how I’ve been taken to school
Might be breaking
Some of the unwritten rules
Contemplating
what Don Quixote would

It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t matter what they say
Doesn’t really phase me
If they’re thinking that way
I know what it’s gonna take
I know it — but I’m gonna wait

I’m trying
To keep it all under control
I’m dying
Yes I am dying to know
I hear you sighing
When the west wind blows
Just trying
What Don Quixote knows

It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t matter what they say
Doesn’t really phase me
If they’re thinking that way
I know what it’s gonna take
I know it — and I can’t wait

I’m finding
What it takes to be loving you
Never minding
What everyone says I should do
Now it’s unwinding
and it all feels a bit unglued
I’ll be trying
What Don Quixote would do

What Don Quixote would do
What would DQ do?

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