By the light of common day
Things look different
Than they did in the starlit dark
the dark was warm and clouded
it was easy to deceive yourself
and those around you in the work
to say the craziness and pain
the spreading of the stain is
exactly where you gain the spark to make it
as if being happy isn't quite enough
somehow I needed to make it rough
rough enough to break it
to make those long connections
and run in wrong directions
till I break it loose
I was wrong of course I see now
The spark is there all the time now
If you know How to listen to your calling
The muse is quietly knocking on your door now
to say the craziness and pain
the spreading of the stain is
exactly where you gain the spark to make it
as if being happy isn't quite enough
somehow I needed to make it rough
rough enough to break it
rough enough to break it
you have to go faithfully each day
and open up your head some way
somehow
and what will come in answer
some strong and gentle dancer
will carry a song through your door
Some great lifting force of light
Will come to balance fearful night
Raise its voice and then raise yours
Raise its voice and then raise yours