Clouds Of Dust


We first saw him down by the river
Cracking jokes and chasing tail
We ended up sharing a six-pack
Philosophizing 'bout heaven and hell
He was like some dude from the movies
He drove a '57 Chevrolet
He kept talking about his father
Stayed up all night til noon the next day
(Clean Steve thought he might be gay...
 or at least a little weird)

He asked if we loved our mothers
Said we should take up arms and fight
As we strolled naked through the garden
Smoking weed and setting things right
He taught us how to make torches
From stray wood we found on the beach
Summer bonfires down by the lakeside
We walked on water and swam underneath
Underneath

   He wanted us to play with starshine
   He wanted us to act real cool
   He wanted us to twirl in the meadows
   He wanted us to beat him at a game of pool
   He wanted us to pick out the devil
   From 5 men standing in a police line
   He wanted us to sing real loud-like
   And give out presents at Christmastime
   At Christmastime

He asked us to break bread with him
As a smile slid across his face
We poured our wine all over the tablecloth
Then bowed our heads to say our grace
He said he was sorta our brother
But he didn't quite resemble us
His last words were "love one another"
As his Chevy kicked up clouds of dust
Clouds of dust

He said he'd be back soon one day
We spent all weekend barbequing a feast
But he didn't show up at dinnertime
So we ate it cold and went to sleep
That night we dreamed of heaven
Of buxom angels herding fields of sheep
And he was stretched out high on a little soft cloud
He laughed and told us not to weep
Not to weep

   He wanted us to play with starshine
   He wanted us to act real cool
   He wanted us to twirl in the meadows
   He wanted us to beat him at a game of pool
   He wanted us to pick out the devil
   From 5 men standing in a police line
   He wanted us to go to heaven
   He wanted us to be divine
   To be divine

   He wanted us to know the future
   He wanted us to love the past
   He wanted us to dig our heels in
   And kick up spinning clouds of dust
   He wanted us to shine like diamonds
   He wanted us to find our souls
   He wanted us to scream at the top of our lungs
   He wanted us to rock'n'roll
   To rock'n'roll
     To rock'n'roll
©Mike Runion, 2000
1/28/00