Same Place, Different State

I was in Poughkeepsie
A little tipsy
On a count of a broken heart
You won't find love out here
I was contemplating
And complicating
Everyone who had played their part
And now I can't endear

Stumbling through the night
Trying to find the light
Fallen to the floor
Too tired to walk anymore

I was in Tacoma
Pretty stoned, uh
Which had made for a rocky start
Somehow I can't see clear
And despite my courage
I got discouraged
Every time that I fell apart
But now I'll face the fear

For the love of God
Thy staff and thy rod
We can make it through
Rejoice in all you do

In my Father's home
I'm not alone
And for that I am not the same
He goes with me always
Whether here or there
He's everywhere
And I don't have to change my state
I Am finally free

10-09-2022