I'm sitting on the porch, it's late

Looking at the stars

Hoping that you're safe

Cause, Last I heard, You were headed to Dallas

Leaving, Austin, and taking South

Believe you and me

And I know without a doubt

That you made it, I pray that you made it

I've asked the maker to send us robots

I've asked the maker to clear our way

I've asked the maker to bend the stars

To clean our hearts, keep us pure

And send a binary bit (signal)

To light and guide the way

I'm sitting on the porch its late

Wishing you were here

We'd be talking about the day

About the things we have read

About the maker and being fed

Drinking Garrison (Brothers Bourbon) and sing songs about redemption and His love