Here I Am

I’m all out of metaphors

I’m all out of ways to try and say how I feel

I’ve never been here before

Maybe once in a dream but nothing ever this real.

Life out of deficit, maybe it’s permanent

I don’t know how to get out of my head

I’ve been irregular, sacred and secular

You always said you were beginning and end

So here I am,

Same old place

A different man

I’ve lost my way but can you find me

In the morning on this mountain where I stand

Here I am

I was lost in the parables

Searching for meaning everywhere that I looked

I used to be clerical

Oh but now I’m aware of what I often mistook.

Life out of deficit, maybe it’s permanent

I don’t know how to get out of my head

I’m overly critical, of writings and rituals

But I’ve always seen you as an old friend

So here I am,

Same old place

A different man.

I’ve lost my way but can you find me

In the morning on this mountain where I stand

Here I am

So here I am,

Same old place

A different man.

I’ve lost my way but can you find me

In the morning on this mountain where I stand

Here I am