bury all of your prayers so you can find them anywhere. cast them into the wind, so you hear them in everything. oh child, you will lay down in the light.
child, find your home--get there by walking alone.
it's past that time of year again when all your energy is spent trying to keep things from changing, but the light is fading.
we kill a little piece each day to keep the bigger death at bay bury the still parts in the ground and trust they will know when to come out.
standing at the door of fall i can see its light dancing on the walls i want to learn to dance like that.
and i want to be here with you but like dust motes winking out of view we're in a long hall and these are old rooms.
and this is not my tune-- but it's mine to use. this is an old song, these are old blues.