Some things can't be bottled 

See how it's draining out the bottom

Just like holding onto water

My eyes will only open for so long



So show me everything

I'm always aching to see

It's not pretty I know

But still this is who I'll always be

I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you

You can trust me too

I have many gifts

That's right my God gave them to me

I've worked hard to learn to use them

And now I'll go and teach



Bothell is beautiful in the fall

Days of my youth were not so long ago

I learned things here that some men never see

The lucky ones know exactly what I mean

I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you

You can trust me too