3/17/92- Crossing

                                                                     3/17/92
                                                                       L.A.



                            Crossing






    Alive, out from the city's furrowed glare
    Under nothing but everything above
    Moving fast  across a landscape with no access    
    At least until the sun would let me pass
    Having to settle for the vision of my vehicle
    I am content,I am content



    The freedom felt flying low over the high desert
    God's gaze unobstructed by buildings and video,
    Helicopter search lights and modern inversions
    Turning off the music,lowering the window
    Off the four lane,onto the two,I am one
    The wind deafens without a word,without a note



    Here,looking ahead you can see miles away
    Behind,the dozens passed
    To the right,a beacon that goes without label
    Until train crossing signs give the secret away
    The words of a singer come playing in my mind
    A man who I have listened to,listened and listened to
    
    His presumption rings true in this case tonight
    Though I prefer the sound of a train up close
    The rhythm of wheels,the warning of lights
    The smell of the air pushed up from the tracks
    The darkness that it seems to peel back,away
    I am not alone,I am never alone



    Returning the same way the following night
    My mind is two hundred seventy four miles ahead
    Again I see the mysterious beacon
    I laugh,not again,no way,no how
    Slowing,the window drops,my lights go out
    The gift offered twice...accepted twice.