From the recording Surfacing the Wreck
Lyrics
You make me think I'm almost there
I'm always moving around but I'm never going anywhere
A son spins clockwise north of the equator
Things always come around sooner or later
Taller than the blinding moon
Slower than the orchid bloom
You need an axe to cut the tension in the room
Deeper than the black-blue sea
Planted like a dreaming seed
That speaks in rhymes from poets teaching me
The half-light shows I spoke too soon
Oh, bring your righteous rage to the far side of the room
Go ahead and hide yourself in strangers
Things always come around sooner or later
Taller than the blinding moon
Slower than the orchid bloom
You need an axe to cut the tension in the room
Deeper than the black-blue sea
Planted like a dreaming seed
That speaks in rhymes from poets teaching me
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
(You make me think I'm almost there)
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
(You make me think I'm almost there)
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND, SOONER OR LATER
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
(You make me think I'm almost there)
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND
(You make me think I'm almost there)
THINGS ALWAYS COME AROUND, SOONER OR LATER