Chris Smither Feeling By Degrees
Deep down in the shadows of the twilight where we lie
The notion of the sun is just a glimmer
It's hard to see the "let there be," we hardly have an eye
To see more than the faintest ghostly shimmer
We drift up through the darkness to a lighter shade of gray
A little taste of hope that slowly slides away
And ceaseless rolling rhythms that become
The day to day
How do I think of anything beyond what I have known?
I will never show this blind man how to see
I need a sense of senses that can move out on it's own
And show me how I'm feeling by degrees
The unfamiliar taste of something sliding in my mind
The smell of something ringing in my ears to find
A better way, to push me out beyond
The borderline
Leave me out here looking, I will find my own way home
Home is not the place it seemed to be
Home is where the heart is when it will not lock the door
And finally stops expecting guarantees
Life without prediction's a life that doesn't lose
Options are the masters when they make us choose
Between beliefs that we depend on and the promises
We won't refuse
