Stumbling

Stumbling

I didn't know what to believe
before the day that I became
aware of this world and likely as not
God and I we were robbing the same train

then I realized it's not some creed
but how I feel in my own skin
that gave me cause to follow my heart
to begin to begin again

I don't feel bad about stumbling around
I don't even give it a second thought
because ain't that how we all find
what we really want
what we really want

a handful of days a walk in the sun
the weight of the light upon my face
a few precious moments alone with my love
a calliope song through the garden gate

I looked through the papers, the balcony stairs
bottles of booze the smoke and the wine
every single solitary place you'd find a fool
while I was wearing it well well well
right here all the time