(Music and Lyrics: Sam Mullins)

There’s a cold front moving in
And I can feel that straight line wind
Blowing me away, Did someone say
That this just might be the end?

There’s a voice inside my head
Saying things that can’t be said
“I am you.  You are me.
When will we be holy wine and broken bread?”

Why am I so afraid to rise?
Clinging to the floor, I am paralyzed
By the choices I’ve been given
A hundred doors out of this place
Five hundred ways to be living
And eighteen thousand gateways to grace.

There’s a false dichotomy
There’s belief, there’s biology.
If there are cells that define what’s on my mind
Then there must be unity.

Why am I so afraid to rise
Clinging to the floor, I am paralyzed
By the choices I’ve been given
A hundred doors out of this place
Five hundred ways to be living
And eighteen thousand gateways
There must be fifty thousand gateways
Oh so many gateways to grace
There must me eighteen thousand gateways to grace.