Falling into Blue - Urban Nomad

I recall climbing up to the highest heights

But I was teetering on the brink

I thought prevailing winds might ground me

But I never would’ve thought that I could sink

As low as I have been what really hurts is the shape I’m in after all this time

I can’t find no peace of mind

You see I’ve been to the Valley of the Moon

And the Island of the Sun

And upon my return, in spite of all I learned

That magic would soon be dead and gone

I can’t say with certainty, given a chance, I’d do things differently

But those days are gone, and now I’m not so strong

Blown wide open and left to gather faded jewels

Perhaps I once knew the way, but now I’m a jaded fool

And sometimes it seems as if I’m in way over my head

But if I swim for the surface, I’ll be landlocked instead

If my soul were a temple the wouldn’t sing any tune

The hymnals are outdated and dusty, and the organ pipes are rusty too

The man on the pulpit is speechless as his well of wisdom’s run dry

The congregation threw all they own into the well

And now they’re all questioning why

Sometimes it seems as if I’m in way over my head

And just how hard I think determines how far I sink

And when I faintly recall another time

When I felt truly fine, I nearly lose my mind