Holy Life
My friend Bill and I we were rolling
When you're young your friends are all you got
Then you get old and start thinking
And lose everything you forgot
I want to learn to love this life
And not forget my sins
To do wrong and to do right
And learn the meaning within
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Sitting on the sidewalk in front of Cindy's place
The same spot we drank all that beer
She got a gig working up in Oakland
It's been almost a year
I remember the motel in Cayucos
A north swell pushing waves into the rocks
We didn't sleep not one minute
Stayed up all night and just talked
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
When flowers of sound grow from our fingers
And the singing bowl rubs against our lips
Smiles crack like Moonlight
And bodies shower in the wind
Rain on a rooftop in Mexico
Her skin the color of truth
Warm without cover
And eyes that understood
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Where crows fly their broken ideas
Over rock plated streams
Wisdom stands without intention
And grasslands wait for rain
Our blue-sky belief that left us
And paths that hide our youth
Cold water marked and lonely
That water looks so good
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life...
When you're young your friends are all you got
Then you get old and start thinking
And lose everything you forgot
I want to learn to love this life
And not forget my sins
To do wrong and to do right
And learn the meaning within
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Sitting on the sidewalk in front of Cindy's place
The same spot we drank all that beer
She got a gig working up in Oakland
It's been almost a year
I remember the motel in Cayucos
A north swell pushing waves into the rocks
We didn't sleep not one minute
Stayed up all night and just talked
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
When flowers of sound grow from our fingers
And the singing bowl rubs against our lips
Smiles crack like Moonlight
And bodies shower in the wind
Rain on a rooftop in Mexico
Her skin the color of truth
Warm without cover
And eyes that understood
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Where crows fly their broken ideas
Over rock plated streams
Wisdom stands without intention
And grasslands wait for rain
Our blue-sky belief that left us
And paths that hide our youth
Cold water marked and lonely
That water looks so good
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life
Give me a long sweet Holy Life...
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Writer(s): Jeff Grimes
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