Notes from the Banjo Underground

Rattlin' through a prison of introspection
From the smallest cell can spread the whole infection
And I am not one to push it all aside
For I am one to hurt, and to hide

I read the book of psalms by David
And I sometimes feel exactly the way that he did
I am no man I am a wormy (?)
If I set abroad a comfort out of light

Well here are notes from a banjo underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time

And it's nobody's fault but mine
I'm happy I don't prepare for other times
I've worried holes and my heart will not mend
But I wish I did not hurt my friends

Well here are notes from a banjo underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time
Of time
Of time
Of time