Somehow the light
That’s breaking through the leaves
Holds a time that got away from you and me
You turn to it for comfort and
Come back around to understand
That nothing stings like happy memories
Still, here you are
And, sure, it could be worse
But so much of what you see looks pretty bad
And if there is a song to sing
You can’t imagine such a thing
As any more than meaningless and sad
‘Cause you’re worn right down
And you’re wrung right out
Well, I’d say “hold on”
But I have my doubts
About the shape of how
Pulled through the day
With knots behind your eyes
And a nagging sense it’s time to pay the bill
You’re stuck in old familiar ruts
As all the open doors are shut
And panic searches for a space to fill
Painful enough
To watch it fall apart
Without all the other baggage piling on
The triggers and contradictions
The token personal friction
A light extinguished, the last music gone
‘Til you’re torn right down
And you’re run right through
Well, I’d say “hold on”
But I wonder too
About the shape of how
So they’d throw the game away
For a chance to change the score
Am I right in thinking that we’ve heard this one before?
Now a wind is on the rise
And the dogs are at the door
Pick your poison - I can’t tell the difference anymore
But if love can survive here then it’s what I offer now
And if we’re to stand against this chaos closing in
That, it seems to me, could pass for how
That at least could be the shape of how
