| The first time I got muddy I was a young boy
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| Ten years old
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| I got lost in the woods in the middle of the night, in the dark and rainy cold
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| Young and damp a summer camp
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| I was a funny little sleepwalker
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| So I didn’t think to tie myself to that oak tree before I fell asleep
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| When I stood up that night not knowing all the while
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| Where I’d end up when I wake up having slept walk for a mile
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| I found myself running barefoot almost naked through the trees
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| I was in my underwear with branches slapping on my face and knees
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| I ran on top the rocks wet cedar thorns and moss feeling nothing
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| Then the moon rose up and I realized I was lost
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| Nowhere close to home for the first time I was alone
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| Then the lightning struck and the thunder shook and I called out for my mom
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| Give me some attention that’s what I yelled into the night
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| Please come down and help me show me sympathetic light
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| I need someone close to me
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| If only for a minute
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| I’m not afraid of the dark
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| I’m just scared of what’s in it
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| Stay with me
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| I had a dream last night that someone was taking my air from me
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| Creating ten times as many problems as any human can solve
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| They said you don’t try hard enough and shoes don’t always come in pairs
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| They love you when they make you look good but despise you behind closed doors
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| With vague goals and deep cracks it told me I can do better than that
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| Living in the shadow of someone’s light that won’t turn on
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| You see misery isn’t everything
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| And I’m still learning that
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| Just give me the chance to turn my light back on
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| Stay with me
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| In the words of my father
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| Yes I’m good enough
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| Yes I’m good enough
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| Light the heart of my father
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| Yes I’m good enough
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| Yes I’m good enough
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| With the hope and strength of an ocean tide
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| Stay with me |