Being In A Floodplain Is Like Sitting

River Gonna Take Me, Sing Me Sweet And Sleepy, Sing Me Sweet And Sleepy All The Way Back Home, It's A Far Gone Lullaby Sung Many Years Ago Mama, Mama, Many Worlds I've Come Since I First Left Home

Once In Awhile You Get Shown The Light, In The Strangest Of Places If You Look It Right

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

When You Get Ready To Vote, Make Sure You Know What You Are Doing.