In The Lap Of The Mountain (Benediction) Songtext
von Chris Dupont

Lay me down beside you
In the lap of the mountain, at Georgia′s chest
My troubles are nowhere near me
Left where I found them so I can rest


Call me by the name you've been speaking onto me
From the time we left together
Your fingers on my head, an oil of anointing
Because I was sick but now I′m better

I could fall in love with my own impermanence
To be known but unremembered
Write this in my flesh, nothing is indelible
But solace may be found here together

Out here on the road, what a strange retreading
Of a solitude that reeks of home
It's nothing but a word, but this time let me have it
I know none of us should go alone