Three Hits - Live From Eddie's Attic, Atlanta, GA

three hits to the heart son
 and it's poetry in motion
 one could send you down the river
 three's a strange way to be delivered
 would you trade your words for freedom
 that's a barter for a blind man
 three hits to the heart son
 and it's poetry in motion
 are you levee'd like a treasure
 only words can help me find you
 and this world's a fickle measure
 i would painfully remind you
 from a wise man to your red hand
 you lay covered ion our best sins
 three hits to the heart son
 and it's poetry in motion
 well i dream you constant stranger
 with your best bloods and your anger
 you say mother do you claim me
 my beloved do you blame me
 well the first two might release you
 but the last one sings in me son
 three hits to the heart son
 and it's poetry in motion
 three hits to the heart son
 and the last one sings in me