This song shows the dichotomy of yearning for release and freedom, yet being of-this-world, in all its suffering joy...
The intro was written while walking the December streets of San Francisco...
Intro:
Sometimes I forget why I came to this place
Sometimes I wanna run away to another time, another space
Sometimes I ride on these wings of grace
And then somehow, whoh somehow
I’m torn asunder
being pulled down under
and I wonder, wonder why
I wonder wonder wawawawa wonder, wonder why
And then in awe and wonder, I remember
And I return, I return, I return
I remember and I return. . .
Verses:
And still I pray
Rise to meet another day
Where the children play
And our worries slip away
And still I cry
Teardrops of the salty sea
I will dive down deep
Into caverns where secrets sleep
And still I laugh
Through the joy and through the pain
Through the sun and rain
We will raise our song again
And still I die
Every night and every morn
I will be reborn
Released of sin and scorn
And still I aspire
Always reaching higher and higher
Getting burnt by the fire
Riding high on the wave of desire
And still I love
Like an angel from above
Like the wings of a dove
Will it ever be enough?
And still I share
Here, le’mme take your load for awhile
With a wink and a smile
I will walk the extra mile
And still I seek
Yet nothing is as it seems
You see what you believe
It’s all how you perceive
And still I breathe
Releasing what I do not need
Filling up with belief
Ah the sweet sigh of relief
And still I drown
Enveloped in a sea of sound
Spinning round and round
Till at last my soul is found
And still I dream
Images flow through my mind
Beyond space and time
Wisdom of the divine
And still I swim
In rivers running on and on
In lakes and ponds
As the ocean meets the dawn
And still I dance
With every step and every prance
I will take that chance
Unafraid of the deepest trance
And still I sing
Words are whispered in my ear
Melodies I hear
As the rhythm becomes clear
And still I laugh
And still I cry
And still I live
And still I die!
And I return, I return, I return
Oh your cities I will burn!
I return... Leaving no stone unturned
I return... Still got lessons here to learn
I return... Your love and trust I will earn
I return... I remember and I return
...
© December 1997, Boulder, CO / December 1998, San Francisco, CA

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