Some songs are like flash fiction, and some are like love letters. But, when your formal training is in comparative religion, you’re occasionally going to write a song that reads like a mystical treatise.
A provocative double entendre as a title doesn’t hurt.
no worry for clothes to help me weather the storm
no worry for whether i’m dry or whether i’m warm
because i’m going to leave this world
just as Naked as the day i was born
don’t want to buy an upgrade for my long-roaming soul
don’t want to make down-payment on a palace of gold
i just want to make sure i help make this place
__(yes this place right before your face)
a little better than before
and then i’m going to leave this world
just as Naked as the day i was born
pain and pleasure: the consequence in all that i find
all things equal, i think i’m going to leave it behind
perfect my theories, but then i’m going to run to the Wild
just as Naked as a newborn child
the sun hides, i bare my face to the darkening sky
we open up and shed our tears, the storm cloud and i
and i know i’m going to leave this world
just as Naked as the day i was born
