Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
BULLET PROOF
Setting out on an endless task,
To reach a Midwest town.
Not knowing, what would come to pass,
Not caring for the day.
Stopping off in Tennessee,
Walking through the crowd.
They all seemed so suspicious,
As if I were their enemy.
It was all about peace and love,
And experiencing mother earth.
Seeing the country that I loved,
And if there was a place,
I could call home.
I made a friend who was just like me,
Traveling, with a guitar.
And though we thought we'll make a buck,
Singing a song or two;
They checked us out and, took our names,
And made us stay a while.
Waking up in a court room,
To coffee and burnt toast.
Jail was too prejudicial,
So the courtroom had to do.
They wanted to make sure,
That they were safe,
Because we were so strange.
And their hospitality,
Was somewhat odd,
But we took it just the same.
Leaving town, we met a girl,
Who came down from the hills.
She said the freaks All lived up there,
And turned us on for free.
Waking up under a bridge,
With three feet of snow all around.
We didn't seem to give a damn,
Because we were too stoned.
Then a ride took us far,
And he asked to buy breakfast;
But the ride he gave,
Was far too frightening,
As he swooped through the mountains free.
We knew he had to be a moonshiner,
He looked like a hillbilly you see.
A day in Memphis was trying,
White Castle burgers,
Until they came out my ears.
And Elvis was not so impressive,
They made us wait,
While he passed us by in his car.
Then off to D.C. where it had to be free,
And we jammed with a freak all night long.
But the very next day,
We went our separate ways,
And what came after that was a shock;
I should say!
I didn't bring much for cloths you see,
The weather was near pleasant Up to then.
But it came upon me,
Like a hawk from a tree.
It was a winter storm,
And I knew I would die.
My bones became week,
My muscles fatigued,
And I shivered,
Until I nearly collapsed.
Then a pat on my back,
And a voice that was faint,
"Come on lets get you out of here."
The heat from his car,
Stung my fingers and ears,
But it didn't matter, I would live another day.
Now being free to go as you please,
Has conditions,yYou might not expect.
Thinking your bullet proof Isn't smart in your youth,
Less you answer,
To mother natures own.