The Blue

Jesus was a carpenter
a common man
Krishna was a cowboy
out in Hindustan
I’m a bit of both
but I don’t understand, just

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

I’d climb the highest mountaintop
to see the sun
I’d walk the sea of Galilee
with anyone
I’d make myself a martyr
if it could be done, but

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

I’ve wandered as a mendicant
without a name
I’ve lost myself for hours inside
a candle flame
I’ve gone beyond my senses but
I feel the same, oh

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

My kundalini’s rising but
it just won’t peak
I’ll have to check my chakras
for a power leak
or maybe I could make it
as a Jesus freak, ‘cause

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

I’ve written to the Editor
to get the word
He said I write the blankest verse
he’s ever heard
I wonder why my universe seems
so absurd, hey

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

If I could catch a glimpse at what
it’s all about
I’d find myself in selflessness
without a doubt
and take my rightful place among
the most devout, so

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?

I’ve searched the ancient manuscripts
for saintly quotes
I’ve tried out every discipline
and antidote
I’d hate to end this song upon
a sour note, but

What’s keeping me from breaking through the blue?
How many miracles are dreams come true?
Why can’t I be holy, too?