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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 to be seen was passing over and over me
well it seemed like the routine case at first
with the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse
but the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles
and i woke myself until i'm frazzled
i ended up in search of ordinary things
kike how can a wave possibly be?
i started running, and the concrete turned to sand
i started running, and 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



bill callahan, 'jim cain'