I’m on the train and on
my way to Aberdeen this
morning
The proving grounds for
what
I have to prove
With nothing but a suitcase
and the all important letter
My next 3 years are theirs
and on the move
I’m on the ship and shipping
out
to Panama much sadder
The first time that I’ve ever
left the states
And I have no thoughts at
this
point of every climbing up
the ladder
But more of Mom now left at
home,
how she commiserates
And I’m running and I’m
hiding
Is there cover in the jungle
And I’m looking for the
answer
To the question on my lips
And I’m running and I’m
hiding
And I’m short on
understanding
Blessed are those who look
for truth,
for they will find truth.
Blessed are those to hold to
hope
for it will come thru.
Blessed are those who long
for love,
for they will find love
Blessed are those who hold
the gun
when freedom is won.
And the shots fired in the
distance
give me notice like a siren in
my head
are the locals really on our
side
or giving comfort to the foe
instead
And I’m running and I’m
hiding
Is there cover in the jungle
And I’m looking for the
answer
To the question on my lips
And I’m running and I’m
hiding
And I’m short on
understanding

MLT-guitars, piano, percussion, bells, ukelele, vocals JR McNeely-bass Chris Cooke-drums Dave Hagen-trombone Wes Blaylock-guest vocalist