歌詞
He was picking at a snarl of fishing line
And kind of talking to himself.
I asked are you alright? He said,
You mean my physical or mental health?
He held up his hand and said, It doesn\'t matter.
I\'m just thankful that you care.
A lot of people pass me by
Most of them completely unaware.
You can\'t see my future,
Know my past or feel the gravel in my shoes.
I don\'t compare my suffering.
We\'re all just different shades of black and blue.
I\'ve thought myself unworthy,
Been a shadow, felt my sanity was lost.
But I somehow found the courage and strength
To keep me working on these knots.
He looked down at the filament
Then held it up and asked what I could see.
There\'s memories that hurt so much in there
My brain has hidden them from me.
I thought of cutting bait, but in my mind
It was a coward\'s way to go.
I gave up cigarettes and pills and booze
To keep from killing myself slow.
You can\'t see my future,
Know my past or feel the gravel in my shoes.
I don\'t compare my suffering.
We\'re all just different shades of black and blue.
I\'ve thought myself unworthy,
Been a shadow, felt my sanity was lost.
But I found the strength and courage, and the grace
To keep me working on these knots.
Sometimes one unravels and reveals me to myself.
And sometimes I can manage running headlong into hell.
Other times, not so much.
He didn\'t want my money or my pity.
He was happy just to talk.
So we talked a little more of peace and war
Before I went on with my walk.
My handshake couldn\'t thank him for his service,
But I think he knew my mind.
We saw ourselves a little clearer
In a mirror made of hope and fishing line.
You can\'t see my future,
Know my past or feel the gravel in my shoes.
I don\'t compare my suffering.
We\'re all just different shades of black and blue.
I\'ve thought myself unworthy,
Been a shadow, felt my sanity was lost.
But I found the strength and courage, and the grace
To keep me working on these knots.
I\'m working on these knots.
Written by: Skip Ewing
