Returning To Myself

Is there some freewheeling watcher

Shooting marbles in the sky?

Holding your years between their fingers

Watching it burn till the fire dies

Why is it heroic to untether?

How is alone some holy grail?

And if we really come and go unknown

Couldn't I find myself in jail?

Oh, keeper how I love you

I love you and you and you

And returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do

But it's the only thing to do

Is it evolving turning inward?

Oh, what an easy way to be

Only kneeling at the altar of

The great and mighty me

Let me break myself apart

Instead and scatter to my birds

Like a burial at sea

To be the gospel without words

Oh, my darlings how I love you

I love you and you and you

And returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do

But it's the only thing to do

There's no honor in the pilgrimage

Until a soul returns

To hold another's hand and then

And only then it learns

That life is like a stone

Only skipping for a time

Oh, it never really holds its own

It'll never see the other side

And I was born to love you

I love you and you and you

Oh, returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do

Returning to myself is just returning me to you

And that's the only thing I wanna do