And the answer? The answer comes in the form of a hand written letter from the moon That says this This is brutally beautiful So are we This is endless So are we We can heal this Signed, Crater Face P.S. See me for who I am We’ve got work to do But my father He didn't read moon He didn't speak moon And he didn't write moon So there was no note left next to his body When he chose to leave this world on purpose Without telling us where he was goin' or why There are still days you can catch me Tape recording eternal silence And playing it backwards for an empty room Just so I can listen to his dying wish-shhhhhhhh Yes, It’s true, And the apple It doesn't fall too far from the tree But thank goodness my family tree Was in an orchard on a hill That rolled me to the river And that river ripped me through the rapids And those rapids Rushed me into this moment Right here right now With you At the mouth This it's my church And if church is a house of healing Hallelujah welcome Come on in as you are Have a look around Stay out of my porn. There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard Clearly I have not yet reached enlightenment beyond a few fleeting moments But I'm trying And I found something here I want ya to have It ain't much Just a story But it’s all I've got So take it It’s called Dillon Dillon’s drug of choice was more So he took more And more Until the day he woke up Babbling in a pool of his own traffic jam Realizing he is killing off the best parts of himself And claiming he could read people's skin When he looked down at his heart flap It read Boy, "go find your spine and ride it outta here" Wileen's gut said Day 1 Jordan's arms, fully forgiven Mary's face, the endless. Tara's knuckles: Healing. Denise's fingertip said C? C.C.C.C.C! And Dillon said my smile it said fix it So I came back here to the mouth of the river To look at my own reflection under the moonlight And see what it says for myself Where down my whole body It is written P.S. See me for who I am We've got work to do As for Crater Face, I can’t speak for that guy His skin Brutally beautiful Handwritten letter From the sun.