From the recording Birdsongs of the American West
Lyrics
Stillness lost
A fog rolls in
With heavy heart
And patience thin
Motions rife
With uncertainty
Meaning or futility?
Loneliness
Of a separate self
Despondency
A broken bell
Connections lack
Distance looms
Wayward and lingering gloom
But underneath
Everything
Endlessly
Lies a well of equanimity
Our world spins round
We all fall down
Don’t forget to breathe
Our world spins round
We’re lost and found
Don’t forget to breathe
Broken words
Of disunity
Pit against
Shared humanity
A world on fire
Relentless greed
Harrowed as our planet bleeds
But underneath
Everything
Endlessly
Life flows on with tenacity
Our world spins round
We all fall down
Don’t forget to breathe
Our world spins round
We’re lost and found
Don’t forget to breathe
Our world spins round
We’re waking now
Don’t forget to breathe
Our world spins round
Love makes a sound
Don’t forget to breathe
But underneath everything
There too lies the great mystery