In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.
One man gathers what another man spills
Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.
Nothing's for certain, It could always go wrong, Come in when it's raining, Go on out when it's gone, We could have us a high time, Living the good life, Well I know
It seems like all this life was just a dream
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Such a long, long time to be gone, and a short time to be here.
In another time's forgotten space, your eyes looked through your mother's face, Wildflower seed on the sand and stone, may the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away... the dew
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.
Sometimes the light's all shining on me, Other times I can barely see, Lately it occurs to me, What a long strange trip it's been...
There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live
You who choose to lead must follow, But if you fall, you fall alone, If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home
Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places, if you look at it right.
The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master