I have hit this stage before

I have waltzed through closing doors

Convinced myself that I am free

Minutes after heavy rain

When the sun comes out again

To rearrange the sky over me



The trouble comes on

In a flood of fear

Like unexpected traffic

Where even a smile

Of strength appears

Unexpectedly tragic



I have hit this stage before

I've exhausted myself for

A chance to get at something real

Finger picking my guitar

Out here on the road doing my own thing

Convinced myself I'm free