White Lightning

I don’t want to hear
Them same old holy stories
And I don’t want to hear
No bright and pretty tales.
I don’t want to hear
Them same old saintly prophets
And I don’t want to hear
Them same old prophesies.
I just want to hear
That pure white lightning
That true light
That sets you free.

I don’t want to feel
No great expectations
And I don’t want to feel
Them old sacred fears.
I don’t want to tell
None of them mean stories
And I don’t want to tell
Any old scripted lies.
I just want to feel
That pure white lightning
Yes, the truth
Has no disguise.

I don’t want to give
No false impressions
And I don’t want to give
None of them cheap replies.
I don’t want to give
You wrong directions
And I don’t want to give
An ungrateful eye.
I just want to give
You pure white lightning
Yes that true light
That sets you free.

I just want to know
What is true and lasting
And I don’t really care
What it turns out to be.
Show me one sweet perfect vision
One that this old fool can see
Yes, show me one more pretty metaphor
Just to comfort this here refugee.
I just want to be
That pure white lightning
Yes, that’s the light
That will set me free.