WORDS

BREATHE

He walks downtown, all grace and style.

He doffs his hat and takes his pipe out to smile.

Smoke is curling all around him now.

 

The headlines come, all blood and fear.

A small boy’s gone, a woman’s disappeared.

It’s never what it’s all cracked up to be.

 

Breathe the body down.

 

The smoke is in his jacket. The smell is in the air.

He fries, dries and grinds the teeth, flesh and hair.

Lighter to the rim, now as he packs it with his thumb.

 

It goes down smoothe. Such a perfect blend.

He waves hello and lights the pipe again.

Spirits rising gray into the sky.

 

Breathe the body down.

 

 

Rick Dallman - Drums

JVA - Lead Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards

Toki Wolf - Bass & Vocals