I was made this way,
In a seven hour storm
It blew and then was gone and I was born.
On a gust of wind,
My first steps all were stumbles
And they haven't really changed at all since then.
Nothing new today.
I slip back to a time
Of easy memories but they aren't mine.
I'm surrounded now,
Reminded of a letter
That I'd written to myself when I was ten.
Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines
With these words that lie and stare at me tonight?
Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines
With these words that lie and stare at me tonight?
Seems I'm lost again,
I've curved my share of corners
And I'm back to where this winding trail began.
So I'll push ahead
And chase that flickering lantern
That circles 'round my island now and then.
Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines
With these words that lie and stare at me tonight?
Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines
With these words that lie and stare at me tonight?
I was made this way,
In a seven hour storm
It blew and then was gone and I was born.
On a gust of wind,
My first steps all were stumbles
And they haven't really changed at all since then.