Wrote the lyrics to this one in the days shortly after the recent death our dear friend Joe (Fireproof Babies), a much loved long time contributor to ccM.
After listening to his entire catalog on ccm that morning, it wrote itself in a few minutes.
Its a rather confronting take on a difficult subject and I thought it may be insensitive to post until now. Anyway, thanks to Zeb, its got what Joe liked the most - big drums and even bigger guitar.

Like most of us who had contact with Joe, I felt upset that I hadn’t reached out more to help him or even realise the extent of the funk he was trapped in.
RIP mate.