ive been traveling flying on south again how how could it be it seems as though a moment ago i was reaping the seeds that id sewn now morning blows quickly through afternoon follows suit how am i to get these things done well time stays uncounted by days a looming and ominous shade worry been breaking and bringing me down and counting all the times that i fall but when my time comes i wont be counting at all i feel all my filth when i look in your eyes but it falls as light as a feather in the night man you said meet me there how do get from here to where i belong it aint just like finding a sign to get home its building your house on the stone worry been breaking and bringing me down and counting all the times that i fall but when my time comes i wont be counting at all i feel all my filth when i look in your eyes but it falls as light as a feather in the night your house it will cover you but the rain still falls outside and your light it dont shine cause its hidden under a bed why do you hide under a bed 