I woke up in the morning, and had a dream about a frog.
He said, “I think we should try to pray.” Before he faded to the fog.
Henry’s sick and my girl’s asleep and the world keeps spinning around.
I prayed for this, cause I can’t weep, even when I’m feeling down.
I’m driving on the Lakeshore. The view is better in the day.
Going slower, I see more, than the grind of that highway.
The sun is slowly sinking. Everybody made it through.
There never was a worry, but that’s just what I do.