Sitting in a New York café
Wondering whose gonna win the day
Is it me or my fear 
I shake because the doom was near
And it pulled me far away from the storm
Do you think the sun is warm
Or is it just faking it’s heat
But I can feel it on my feet
As my toes shake sand 
Out of the knots in my hand 
Like a well worn tree
He left and then never met me
And I gotta find God
Do you venerate the Lord
And is it just another symbol
Or can you see out the window 
To where the grass is green 
Something in me has always been
And will abide
I don’t have to hide 
From the shirking of weight
They call it luck, I call it fate