How I Left the Ministry

There was one thing I found that I couldn't help thinking
As they pried me free with the jaws of life
None of this disaster would ever have happened
If I had not been driving my neighbor's wife

To the Alta Loma Day's Inn
Where I'd registered us as
A couple with a name I'm sure
Some other couple somewhere has

And the last thing I saw before falling unconscious
Was your right hand tracing a heart on my thigh
And I thought "My God, what an infantile gesture,"
And I thought "My God, what an indescribable high."

The autumn air was sweeter
Than a slice of wedding cake
As I overshot the exit
And I tried and failed to find the brake