Sat at my window watched the world wake up this morning Purple sky slowly turning golden distant elms so orange You'd swear they're burning All this flowing water has got my mind wandering Do You ever finally reach a point of knowing Or do You just wake up one day and say, "I am going?" What will I tell You when you ask me why I'm crying? Will I point above at the red tail gracefully soaring Or down below where it's prey is quietly trembling? Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging Purple sky slowly turning golden The cowards at His feet loudly laughing Loved ones stumbling homeward their words reeling Red tail above my head quietly soaring Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring He says, "Enough of all this shit I am going"