Showing posts from February, 1998

The Narrow Is Wide

1. Feb. 1998 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Almost stopped the words from moving There beginning the long trip down Narrow’s Road Felling the way to the Braille highway Bling in one eye And can’t see out the other Gathering the stone to buy a highway ticket Traveling down the wayward path Not there that the straight and narrow But the crooked and wide Narrow’s Road. So So So So what are you saying, Love? That this one can’t afford your hand? That you are going on to the other land? That this was just a crossroad? That this was a place to just off-load? Your self and soul? Now hit the road it’s all getting too cold There can be nothing but unbearable loads Of heart heavies with cold gusts of air Swishing between and making it all seem like Crying would be a good idea now. No one is looking, Time to make the chest heavy and let the sobs roll On and on and on Let the love be the diameter of the sob’s wheel And roll on and on and on. And the end of the