Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades
Ain't got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways
My mind's a mile a minute, my mind it barks like hounds
I'm focused on my breathing in the universal sound
I think about my darling girl, sleeping all alone
I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold
On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down
But right now, I'm focused on the universal sound
I think about tobacco juice and Mason jars of shine
I think about the vices I've let take me over time
I recall when I was a baby, I didn't need nothing around
But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound
I close my eyes
It was all so clear
It was all right then
It was all right here
I've been up on the mountain, and I've seen his wondrous grace
I've sat there on a bar stool, and I've looked him in the face
He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow him down
He was humming to the neon of the universal sound
I focus on my breathin' in the universal sound
I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown
‘Til the body that I'm in, ‘til they put me in the ground
And I return to the chorus of the universal sound