Calvin Makenzie - The Chariot

Make no mistakes, my voice is clear.

And though it may be a subtle threat:

Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets.

We cannot distinguish all of the world.

So celebrate and sing along.

It is a gift.

It’s where I belong.

Straight down and to the east, I place my hands out in front of me.

We are all the crowd.

To the sweet by and by I come.

To the crowd be blessed.

I swear I won’t let you choke.

You give me nothing but

rest and a loving hand.

I belong to the war.

I belong to your side.

I cant hold my breath but I swear I think this is the

start.

That’s the nature of the beast.

If we have nothing left but death, it’s a clear but subtle threat.

'The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest'.

We are the crowd.