" the Cutting Clean " (Dreaming Out Loud)

I make the Cutting Clean
The Stylus Strays
And When it does, a Line Repeats...

It always starts the same
Me and Buddy on the porch again
Smellin'a little like rain

And the Man in my Head says,  "Hey..."
The man in my head says hey

Lookin' for the tone again
Findin' the way to the grain
Searchin' for the shape within'
Man is present again
The man is present again
Searchin' Beyond the pain...

I make the Cutting Clean
The Stylus Strays
Time it Jumps, and You Will see
A Line Repeats
That is the space between the beats
Repeating scenes
The cutting Clean, the Cutting clean
The Cutting Clean.... The Cutting Clean

Always starts the same
Lookin' for the Shape Within
Feelin' the way to the Grain
Searchin' Beyond the Pain

Like a Sherpa on the Mountain Again
Like a Sherpa on the Mountain Again
You need a Sherpa on the Mountain my friend
You need a Sherpa on the Mountain my friend

To lead you like a river to the truth again
Like a river to the ocean again
Like a river to the truth again

I Make the Cutting Clean
There is a space, where you will see
A Line Repeats
Between the Beats
Repeating Scenes
Repeating Scenes
The Cutting Clean
The Cutting Clean
The Cutting Clean

I said,
" It always starts the same,
Buddy's on the porch again
Smellin' a little like rain... "
The Man in my Heart says,.. "Hey..." he says,
"That soul is like a Sherpa again,
What fades out, might just fade back in.. "

If you get a chance to make a choice
Take that time to lift your voice
And make, the Cutting Clean