‘Drifting’, a hauntingly prophetic song I wrote pre-Christ, recorded live in a small cabin along the McKenzie River in Oregon.

Lyrics:

Darkness comes down and lay heavy on my heart
With each turn of the earth I can feel us drift apart
Drifting, drifting apart

How many more faces will fade from my mind?
I never meant to do you harm
I never meant to be unkind

Lord above, how did I get so lost?
How many more rivers must I have to cross?
Heaven only knows I didn’t want it this way
And in vain in rack my brain for a simple word to say
To bridge the way back to you,
Back to you

So I find myself
By myself
Drifting through endless space
Trying to remember all those turns in the road
That brought me to this place

Lord above, how did I get so lost?
How many more rivers must I have to cross?
Heaven only knows I didn’t want it this way
And in vain, I wrack my brain for a simple word to say
To bridge the way back to you.