How can I find my way home with so many folks left alone
All I have left is what’s left in my hand
Everything gone with my home and my land
How can I find my way home
In a constant state of becoming
Someone we are at the end
From some place down some road to nowhere
To every place in between
From the outside in and back out again
From the inside out and back in
In a constant state of becoming
Someone that we are at the end
A constant state of becoming
Is something you just cannot teach
Where the pole moves a little bit higher
Whenever a goal has been reached
From the simply complex to the simple
No matter how constant you preach
For a constant state of becoming
Is something you just cannot teach
How can I find my way home with so many folks left alone
All I have left is what’s left in my hand
Everything gone with my home and my land
How can I find my way home
A constant state of becoming
Becomes what it’s going to be
You can push, you can shove, you can grovel,
You can search, you can seek, you can see
To the peaks of Tibet, you can travel
From California to Galilee
A constant state of becoming
Becomes what it’s going to be
How can I find my way home…
~ the opening stanza was written in response to Hurricane Katrina watching news reports of the dislocated. The verses seeds were written out of meditation, the final verse penned in DE on 3/13/05, the rest in Big Bear in 2005.
© 2005 Brad Riesau / v32unes
This song has not yet been released.
Original demo is collected in UNRELEASED DEMOS/VARIOUS (ps)
No comments:
Post a Comment