Jim Cain (Live)

I started out in search of ordinary things
How much of a tree bends in the wind?
I started telling the story without knowing the end

I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again
And something too big to be seen was passing over and over me
Well, it seemed like a routine case at first
With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse
But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles
And I work myself until I'm frazzled

I ended up in search of ordinary things
Like how can a wave possibly be?
I started running, and the concrete turned to sand
I started running, and things didn't pan out as planned

In case things go poorly and I not return
Remember the good things I've done
In case things go poorly and I not return
Remember the good things I've done
Oh...
Done me in