Sitting Dove - Him lyrics

I was standin' outside my son's karate cla** Lost in my mind, the sky was overcast A force behind me, forced me to move Two-tiered face, poof, and cut to A man beside me making his way through His slacks and t-shirt both faded gray/blue Had a once refined Hannibal Lector face He Glanced at me and looked away Then back, "Your son take cla**es here?" Now he said son, not kid, you hear When I said "Yes," he said "What style?" I said a mix, but he should ask inside Leaned in, looked, stopped seemed to sigh Shook his head, and then replied "It's great your son takes self-defense" He creeped me out more than a little bit He asked me if I took cla**es too I told him "No," but back when used to Take Jeet Kun Do, Wing Chung Kung Fu He said he doubted what I took was true Then out 'a nowhere, he performed a move Way beyond anything that I knew Swirling arm trails defying law Egyptian Magician Bibl-i-cal He finished with his big bicep flexed Looked like my first teacher, read-y set Expanding ripples of orange and green Encircled me with mean feelings I could feel his secret murderous intent And I wished him that same consequence My next thought, Attack, no, flee! Yet I stood there without moving He praised the Chinese Imperial Guard I think for their expertise in martial arts Then he caught himself, stopped inexplicably For an instant, looked worried He shrugged and motioned for my arm He acted like I knew what was going on I didn't know what he had in mind... But I gave him my arm without askin' why He jerked my arm forward in such a way... That it made a space where my shoulder rotates My forearm upward, his trimmed claw slid Purposefully across my skin He Stressed my arm so I no doubt knew That he could tear my arm off if he wanted to He wheeled his arm too fast to see His elbow touchin' mine...so gently A knowing nod as our elbows met His face was then like Baph-o-met A glowing bronze that faded out The Same time my son's cla** let out His grip released as I ducked inside Got my son and looked behind Nothing so we went outside No hint of Him, just dim sunlight He could have been another California nut It's just not who that I think he was I heard he was seen in a Chrysler LeBaron He touched me on the sidewalk standin' I felt inhabited, my wits were getting thin Was this like that movie Fallen? Did he somehow gain control of me? I looked at my life and saw a theme It was present in the things I owned Cryptic designs, red workout clothes A blood red office with old world vibe And guess the color of the car I drive My Last Supper print is not quite right It's floor is a checkered black and white Corrupted crosses and the like That same handprint throughout my life That's when a new thought came to me That maybe the meeting was a veiled blessing Maybe he was ordered to set me free? That the meeting was supposed to * make me see I know others have had such meetings Then lived grand lives of deprav-it-y Nobody knows... but it could be...That They may have misread the true meaning Who controls both damned and saved? Who's secret goal is to degrade? What if our Earthly end is near? Will it be less than God you fear?