I’ve been traveling
Flying on south again
How, how could it be
It seems as though a moment ago
I was reaping the seeds that I’d sown
Now morning blows quickly through
Afternoon follows suit
How am I to get these things done?
Well time stays when counted by days
A looming and ominous shade
Worry been breaking in bringing me down
And counting all the times that I fall
But when my time comes
I won’t be counting at all
I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes
But it falls light as a feather on my back in the night
Man you said meet me there
How do I get from here to where, where I belong?
It ain’t just like finding a sign to get home
It’s building your house on the stone
Worry been breaking in bringing me down
And counting all the times that I fall
But when my time comes
I won’t be counting at all
I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes
But it falls light as a feather on my back in the night
Your house it will cover you
But the rain still falls outside
And your light it don’t shine cause it’s hidden under a bed
Why do you hide under a bed?