I was fearful as I was
flying by the seat of my pants

so I'm sorry that I loved you by the skin of my teeth

because my smiles were as good
as blank stares to a blind horse
for which I wrote a thousand words
to paint a pretty picture

but music isn't about the notes you play
it's about the notes you don't

they speak volumes louder
than a thousand perfect paintings

but then I found it better
to remain in simple silence
to be thought of as a fool
than to speak and
remove all doubt

but I missed that special stitch in time
the one that saves another nine

and now I'm sewing patches
on ripped recycled fabrics

planting seeds in sorry gardens
that as I sow so shall I reap

but now I lay me down to sleep
and I pray the light my soul to keep

but I'll let the darkness hold me now
and guide me through the night

better to light a candle
than to curse the dusk

it is always darkest before the dawn