Universal Sound

Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades
Ain't got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways
My mind's a mile a minute, and my thoughts they bark like hounds
I focus on my breathing and the universal sound

I think about my darling girl sleeping all alone
I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold
On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down
But right now, I am focused on the universal sound

I think about tobacco juice and Mason jars of 'shine
I think about the vices I've let take me over time
I recall when I was a baby, I didn't need nothing around
But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound

I'd close my eyes
It was all so clear
It was all right then
It was all right here

I focus on my breathing and the universal sound
I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown
Of the body that I'm in 'til they put me in the ground
And I return to the chorus of the universal sound

I've been up on the mountain, and I've seen His wondrous grace
I've sat there on a bar stool, and I've looked Him in the face
He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow Him down
He was humming to the neon of the universal sound