Three Little Songs Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Three Little Songs



I. The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



II. The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



III. Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



+Steven Curtis Lance



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