Jim Cain - Bill Callahan

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

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 dazzled

And I woke myself until I’m frazzled

I ended up in search of ordinary things

Like how can a wave possibly be?

I started running when the concrete turned to sand

I started running when 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

Done me in