(Music and Lyrics:  Gordy Axt, Kylie Buddin, Sam Mullins, Stu Mullins)

When I was down on my luck
A man came up to me
And whispered in my ear
He said “You never have enough
Until you have too much “
And then he disappeared

Find a childhood picture of yourself
Do you see the eyes of someone else?
Do you see joy?
Can you be that boy again?

When fortune finally came to me
And swallowed me like a whale
I was in the dark
And when I shouted “Set me free”
A man in a coat and tails
Handed me his card, it said

Find a childhood picture of yourself
Do you see the eyes of someone else?
Do you see joy?
Can you be that boy again?

(Music and Lyrics: Sam Mullins)

There’s a cold front moving in
And I can feel that straight line wind
Blowing me away, Did someone say
That this just might be the end?

There’s a voice inside my head
Saying things that can’t be said
“I am you.  You are me.
When will we be holy wine and broken bread?”

Why am I so afraid to rise?
Clinging to the floor, I am paralyzed
By the choices I’ve been given
A hundred doors out of this place
Five hundred ways to be living
And eighteen thousand gateways to grace.

There’s a false dichotomy
There’s belief, there’s biology.
If there are cells that define what’s on my mind
Then there must be unity.

Why am I so afraid to rise
Clinging to the floor, I am paralyzed
By the choices I’ve been given
A hundred doors out of this place
Five hundred ways to be living
And eighteen thousand gateways
There must be fifty thousand gateways
Oh so many gateways to grace
There must me eighteen thousand gateways to grace.