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 came out as planned

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I have done

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I've done

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Done on me in