during the forest fires in Mexico, May of ’97 – aggieland was
blanketed in a dark heavy fog – driving home one day i noticed
the sun looked very much like a full moon.

passion burns
in the land to the south
and the smoke is chokin’ me dead

it rolled into town
just yesterday
and found a home in my head

this thick blanket
keeps me warm
but it’s the middle of june

so i’m kickin’ it off
to greet the dawn
but the sun looks more like the moon

i know that my God is big enough to fear
but how can He be small enough to hear
that i’m needing some change to change my mind
cause i’m thinking of leaving it all behind
and i’m lying when i say that i’m just fine

armies with no flags
are massing at my borders
i’m fighting an unseen war for law and order

i don’t need to know their homes
to know what they want with me
i offer as a living sacrifice to the God I also cannot see

i know that my God is big enough to fear
but how can He be small enough to hear
that i’m needing some peace to peace my mind
and i’m thinking of leaving it all behind
and i’m lying when i say that i’m just fine