jim cain

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 too big to be seen was passing over and over me

well it seemed like a 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 work myself until i'm frazzled

i ended up in search of ordinary things

like 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

oh oh oh oh-oh

done me in