I said I’m having second thoughts
to my new companion
Lately I’ve been rolling pretty shaky shots
Every time I come up on this canyon
I think of who has gone before
How they aimed their faces straight ahead and ran strong
As the west wind blows from the shore
How can I measure up
To those heroes who first passed the great door
He said son it’s time to open your treasure up
all the courage and virtue you locked up inside
It’s time to give these little pleasures up
This is about more than your sorry hide
A messenger above your station sent the word
And called me from my sleep to show you on this side
So listen and mark what you’ve heard
‘cause after this nothing will ever be the same
Deal with it now when you’re not so self-assured
Three graces are thinking of your name
And your journey is written above
I’ll get you back to where you came
from my nervous son, back in the light of love
Back in the fields of the Lord
I’m just here to give you a little shove
And I said unreel the knotted cord
Time to cross into the psychiatric ward
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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