Packed Powder - Blind Pilot

I started working at the second hand

I thought it would make me more colorful

I saw the world as a stitch and patch

I saw the sky as torn grey wool

I started working as a dime store clerk

I thought it would make me the kind to put you first

My only dreams were in fluorescent light

My only goal was to forget what I was worth

I want to see how it takes me

I want to see how the powder burns

Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of

Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

I started working as a tour guide

I thought it would make me believe my own words

Every patient thought just passed me by

Every truth I said sounded just absurd

I started working at a small town church

I thought it would make me a better man

They said the sins I had would fly away

As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

I want to see how it takes me

I want to see how the powder burns

Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of

Don’t want to wait and miss my turn