When I was young lying in the grass
I felt so safe in a warming bath of sunlight
The vast open sky could do no harm
Like the embrace of a mother’s arms
In sunlight
But with every year that came to pass
More clouds appeared ‘til the sky went black
And there was no sunlight anymore
And it disappeared at the same speed
As the idealistic things I believed
When the optimist died inside of me
With a man who hides from all that binds in a mess of fading lines
With a tangled thread inside his head with nothing on either end
And I'm a man who hides from all that binds in a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside my head with nothing on either end