Fourth Leg - Scott James

Cold

In the stream

Water’s cold

And I’m sinking

Sold

Everything

I ever owned

To keep my hands free

Now that I’ve conversed with

I’ll pray they’ll still pray for me

I’m thinking that I must be

Nearing the coast

Stones

Think of bones

On the floor of the ocean

I don’t know what to do

With my hands

With nothing I won’t use

Now that I’ve conversed with

Pray they’ll still pray for me

I’m thinking that I must be

Nearing the coast

Flow down

Flow down to the plank now

Flow under the cross

From the ship of the next life

Oh

Oh