Light Through a Window

Dec. 10, 2023

It’s a curious thing I’ve been wondering.
Why would you give to me, when I give nothing in return?
Well the plane touched down, but I’m not the same man, and it’s not the same river.
Days course their way over the world, and I’m a long way from home.
Rocks underfoot become a shaky gravel, the bright painting has split along its frame.
They say a long road just makes for good tale. If there’s hardship then it’s an adventure to run.
But I was lost from the day I returned, and I don’t know the road, I don’t see the world.
If what I knew is gone, time is soon ending.
At the edge of the precipice, looking out at nothing. There’s a roar from the forest, a great rushing wind down the mountain.
Shouting I live, and while I live you’re not alone!

It’s a curious thing I’ve been wondering.
Why would you give to me, when I give nothing in return?
In the great hush of new snow, the quiet of a new day.
You say look at the storm, it’s far away while we stand side by side.
Let the thunder roll, because that’s all it will ever be.
Lightning will be our light, and we need no road at all.
Well this blood in my veins knows you my friend, even if I don’t know me.

Some quiet afternoon leads me to sit and watch the world from the window.
They move down there on their way, lives full of life and hope.
Streams in the great clockwork of life, pieces moving just as they should.
But I know I’ll never be there, it’s a darkness up ahead.
Another box on my shoulder, another suffocating step under gravity.
They flow in rivers around me, long blurs down the street.
I once saw life blooming up from the earth, frost thin fingers now strangle its life.
But there’s a beam of light carried through the window, she sits down beside me, takes my hand.
Oh, what would cause you to give up everything, for a place in the night?

It’s a curious thing I’ve been wondering.
Why would you give to me, when I give nothing in return?
Well when Atlas held the heavens in his hands, he must have got a smile from a friend like you.
Cause I can’t see until I see you. The world’s clear as dawn.
So I walk with this fire in a black heart, living dead in every limb.
Up another hill, on and down forever, it’s just a walk with you, one long sunny summer afternoon.