In a graveyard of discarded trains and railspikes,nI chased your ghost till daylight came my dear.nLike a butterfly just out of reach you eluded me, and with slurred speechnyou cursed my birth and my every living year.nnI’ve grown so tired of chasing you.nI’ve grown so weary.nThank God I’ve found you.nnMy God is your God,nyour home is my home,nand your want is my pleasure.