Burning Bushes

Take my bike along the lakeside
Running through the checklist all the way
I don't know when a joy became a burden
Just trying to keep the calendar at bay

The subtlety of every sunrise
Is burning bushes out of every day
A camera phone's a vain attempt to capture
The fleeting time I often burn away

So teach me the tune of all your freedom
When all of my days are bought away
And when I recover from my folly
Make straight a way to lead me back home to you

Stuck in traffic on the freeway
A thousand metal cages take us home
Just slow enough to see a face behind me
As a thousand busy people drive alone

So teach me the tune of all your freedom
When all of my days are bought away
And when I recover from my folly
Make straight a way to lead me back home to you

And by the time the clock unwinds, the evening sky is listening
To every tired plea and fear, when passing time is everything
'Till in a flash of light I see the ordinary glistening
I'll loose my restless mind while
overnight your light is making all things new

So teach me the tune of all your freedom
When all of my days are bought away
And when I recover from my folly
Make straight a way to lead me back home

Teach me the tune of all your freedom
When all of my days are bought away
And when I recover from my folly
Make straight a way to lead me back home to you