Fairpoint Diary

words and music: Linford Detweiler

recording: Films For Radio



i can't see my hands in front of my

face on a night like this

i just look back on my life

and think of all i've missed

i grew up south of here in towns

they tore apart for coal

as if to excavate the darkest

secrets of my soul



so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown

if the rest of the world's goin' down

you've got to breathe your breath in me



everybody's story is more

interesting than mine

it took me twenty-some-odd-years

to see i'd been born blind



so i just feel my way to you

i try to keep you close

i'm never very good at getting

what I need the most



so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown

if the rest of the world's goin' down

you've got to breathe your breath in me



the darkest part of every night

is just before the dawn

the sun begins to rise

when we admit that we were wrong



so here i stumble home to you

to find the words to use

it seems the voices in my head

i seldom get to choose



so it seems

life is just a troubled sea

that we sail for free

don't let me drown