Drip. Drip. Drop.
Mark Pearce (c) 2009

I hope there’s a light
At the end of this funnel
To guide me through
This raging night.

I hope there’s a dog,
A dog named “Perky,”
To protect me
Till I’m right.

I hope there’s a bear
As big as Texas
So then I’ll know
That I’m not stoned.

I hope there’s you
And your doppelganger
Who both will gently
Guide me home.

And when the wind
Blows on the Brazos
And when the sun
Begins to shine

I hope there’s you
The one and only.
I hope there’s you
And you are mine.