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This song sums up what I did for almost 2 decades; pruning trees all over New Mexico. Most of my days were spent quietly in a tree in the most scenic office imaginable: rural New Mexico. What a charmed life I have lived dreaming and singing and listening and climbing the most beautiful apple trees. This song takes place in Chimayo New Mexico the destination for pilgrims each spring that walk for the Lord.

Lyrics

Staring at the Sun

Staring at the sun staring at the sun all day
I am riddled I am wrought with questions and dismay

My body cannot endure the beatings from the whips
And as for e-ternity I am not equipped

Staring at the Sun staring at the sun all day
Staring at the sun it's always in my way, always in my way

I helped a robin back to its nest in the towering pear
I saw my youth pinned down by shadows from my trance full stare

I know the time for change has come but how can I make the shift?
When I'm trembling like a leaf on the edge of the abyss?

Staring at the Sun staring at the sun all day
Staring at the sun it's always in my way, always in my way

I am sawing into the pale flesh of an apple tree
They will grow long after I'm gone barely a sign of me

My body’s twisted like a stump but my soul is white as the lamb
I’ve been suffering in solitude, how can I argue with God’s plan?

Staring at the sun staring at the sun all day
Staring at the sun its always in my way, always in my way

Staring at the sun staring at the sun all day
Staring at the sun staring at the sun all day
Its always in my way, always in my way, always in my way