Banjo Renews

The rain’s been making my woodstove hiss
There’s a hole in the ceiling, there’s a hole in the ceiling that I can’t fix
I’ve been tripping on my fever, someone’s casting spells on me
Someone’s casting spells on me and I’m getting healed
And I call all the angels and I tell ‘em that I’m sorry, you know
Life comes from every angle, when you let go of your worries
Oh darling let go
I’ve been drinking all your water, cause this rain makes me thirsty
This rain makes me thirsty and I must drink
I’ve been singing to your daughters, they’ve been singing along with me,
They’ve been singing along, their harmonies sound good
I’ve been catching all the drips in a pot
I’m boiling up the rain now, I’m boiling up the rain and I’m making tea
God came to me in a vision as I drank
My god was the fire, my god was the storm outside
My god was my dinner, my god was my banjo
My god was the highway, my god was my Astro van
My god was my audience, my god was your laughter
My god was your soul, my god was our soul
Screaming down from the stars
Singing my god and your god may not be the same, but they probably are