Fairpoint Diary

i can't see my hands in front of my face on a night like this

i just look back on my life and think of all i've missed

i grew up south of here in towns

they tore apart for coal

as if to excavate the darkest secrets of my soul

so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown

if the rest of the world's goin' down

you've got to breathe your breath in me
everybody's story is more interesting than mine

it took me twenty-some-odd-years to see i'd been born blind
so i just feel my way to you

i try to keep you close

i'm never very good at getting what I need the most
so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown

if the rest of the world's goin' down

you've got to breathe your breath in me
the darkest part of every night

is just before the dawn

the sun begins to rise

when we admit that we were wrong
so here i stumble home to you

to find the words to use

it seems the voices in my head

i seldom get to choose
so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown

-Over the Rhine

http://www.overtherhine.com/

Sometimes words are best left to the greats.